I’ve been in the back of a squad car Handcuffs digging in my wrists Not far from Feeling suicidal My life up and down like a see-saw Late at night I ask God for A response but it’s like a dropped call Or one placed on hold My heart pumps cold Blood bold So much turmoil I want to curl up into a ball like “Fuck the world” And write it all off Then I zone out Alcohol numbs my spirit Tired as a weary soul Hoping that water is what my theories hold I need miracles Not the closed ears of conspiracies I’m looking into mirrors beyond appearances And this is what I see I’ve been in the mental hospital Looking at the judge like “drop the sentence” Parents crying asking for his forgiveness face the verdict, now I’ve been convicted I’ve been in the Back of a paddy wagon dragged out of my home Kicking and screaming By policemen Taken against my will been fragile Doctors prescribe pills I’ve been in the Mental hospital Talking to other patients about life issues Met schizophrenics In drug clinics Abusers who misuse Suicide girls I fight demons Trying to stay out of trouble Nine to five stressful But that’s survival A piece of the puzzle they tell me I’m “crazy” maybe I’m “crazy” maybe I’m “crazy” maybe it’s taken out of context we’re all complex strange days lately, I confess I can’t maintain or communicate the pain That I try to explain nobody understands So I talk to the planet my theories are abstract Watching TV And I start hearing voices America telling me “It’s all about the money” But it sounds funny Cause I know I got choices I’ve been in the mental hospital I’ve been in the Mental Hospital I’ve been in the Mental Hospital And if I’m crazy that’s how the world made me I’ve been in the mental hospital I’ve been in the Mental Hospital been in the Mental Hospital And if I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And if I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And If I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And If I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And If I’m crazy that’s how the world made me I’ve been in the back of a squad car Handcuffs digging in my wrists Not far from Feeling suicidal My life up and down like a see-saw Late at night I ask God for A response but it’s like a dropped call Or one placed on hold My heart pumps cold Blood bold So much turmoil want to curl up into a ball like “Fuck the world” And write it all off Then I zone out Alcohol numbs my spirit Tired as a weary soul Hoping that water is what my theories hold I need miracles Not the closed ears of conspiracies I’m looking into mirrors beyond appearances And this is what I see I’ve been in the mental hospital Looking at the judge like “drop the sentence” Parents crying asking for his forgiveness face the verdict, now I’ve been convicted I’ve been in the Back of a paddy wagon dragged out of my home Kicking and screaming By policemen Taken against my will I’ve been fragile Doctors prescribe pills I’ve been in the Mental hospital Talking other patients about life issues Met schizophrenics In drug clinics Abusers who misuse Suicide girls fight demons Trying to stay out of trouble Nine to five stressful But that’s survival A piece of the puzzle they tell me I’m “crazy” maybe I’m “crazy” maybe I’m “crazy” maybe it’s taken out of context we’re all complex strange days lately, I confess I can’t maintain or communicate the pain I try to explain nobody understands So I talk to the planet my theories are abstract Watching TV And I start hearing voices America telling me “It’s all about the money” But it sounds funny Cause I know I got choices I’ve been to the mental hospital I’ve been to the Mental Hospital I’ve been to the Mental Hospital And if I’m crazy that’s how the world made me I’ve been to the mental hospital been to the Mental Hospital I’ve been to the Mental Hospital And if I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And if I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And If I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And If I’m crazy that’s how the world made me And If I’m crazy that’s how the world made me

I don’t really know anyway to convey The range of emotions I go through each day got my ideas but I’ve been known to stray Consequences for my actions I pay Try to be accountable for all that I say Handle my business and make time to play Options and choices I carefully weigh Mold my ambition like handfuls of clay stress I encounter it takes its effect don’t like the odds but I still place my bets Wandering lost without a safety net Playing Russian roulette with rusty bayonets I’ve been in the hold of a bad circumstance hopeless and lonely no romantic dance sabotage so many moves in advance stuck in a cycle I cannot understand looked at your theories and studied the loopholes Been patient and caring and wise as a pupil Found something beautiful even in the unusual I refuse labor that is not fruitful   I don’t really know anyway to convey The range of emotions I go through each day got my ideas but I’ve been known to stray consequences for my actions I pay can’t always communicate how I’d like get misconstrued when I take your advice My rage is an agent of change and I’d like To not speak but I can’t always say something nice when I offer even the slightest critique I’m attacked and crucified by thoughts that are weak tried for so long to maintain my mystique but the people I meet treat me like I speak Greek I don’t know how often I can reiterate The same ideas that I’ve been trying to communicate Unsuccessfully I wrestle with the human race In a way that seems doomed, I don’t want to lose face Can’t convey words today Can’t convey words today I don’t really know anyway to convey The range of emotions I go through each day got my ideas but I’ve been known to stray Consequences for my actions I pay Try to be accountable for all that I say Handle my business and make time to play Options and choices I carefully weigh Mold my ambition like handfuls of clay stress I encounter takes its effect I don’t like the odds but I still place my bets Wandering lost without a safety net Playing Russian roulette with rusty bayonets I’ve been in the hold of a bad circumstance hopeless and lonely no romantic dance I sabotage so many moves in advance I’m stuck in a cycle I cannot understand looked at your theories, studied the loopholes Been patient and caring and wise as a pupil Found something beautiful even in the unusual But I refuse any labor that is not fruitful   I don’t really know anyway to convey The range of emotions I go through each day got my ideas but I’ve been known to stray consequences for my actions I pay I can’t always communicate how I’d like I get misconstrued when I take your advice My rage is an agent of change and I’d like To not speak I can’t always say something nice And when I offer even the slightest critique I’m attacked and crucified by thoughts that are weak tried for so long to maintain my mystique but the people I meet treat me like I speak Greek I don’t know how often I can reiterate The same ideas that I’ve been trying to communicate Unsuccessfully I wrestle with the human race In a way that seems doomed, I don’t want to lose face Can’t convey words today Can’t convey words today