Psycho by Aruaz Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel as if I've gone insane...
Changed how I live so much it feels like my brain
Isn't where it should be like a car out of lane
Maybe it's up up and away like some kind of crane
Pick me up young world
I want to see this life uncurl
From this uncomfortable position that hurts
Maybe some day I could get a girl
That will give me inspiration to unfurl
From this desperation, the spirit that's word
Maybe I'm just paranoid...
This that shit you can't avoid...
See I'm just a boy but to my head?
I might as well just be another toy
Tryin' to take this stress and uncoil it
'Cause if I don't I'd put myself in the soil
Or another crazy man with a hat of tinfoil
Looking at these UFOs
Wondering if they ever see us and know
That we're truly afraid of them like: Oh no!
Can they see us through these phones?
Will they perhaps kidnap us and make clones?
Gotta watch where I'm going I just hit a cone
This air in the atmosphere is too unknown
I guess it's just the spirits in my head
Haunting me all day until I wind up dead
Taking the downwards spiral guess I missed heaven
Now I'm trippin' cos I don't want to go to hell
Maybe Logic's right, it is just a waiting room, I can talk to god
While he gives the quick nod
Of telling me that I'm making it somewhere...Not
For now, I gotta keep the rest of these antics up in my head
[Bridge]
Except that's probably a lie
I'll probably complain till' I die
One day I'll probably fly
For now, I'm lookin' up at the sky asking them why?
[Verse 2]
Why can't I be a star in the sky?
Looked up to by the people of night
At least when it's night people will analyse
Every point that I throw out, until my demise
If I was famous they would probably idolise
Every action I made like my oh my
It's whatever though
I can be tough through any weather
And whether or not you care doesn't bother, me
Any day of the, week
You can't make me, weak
You can't make me, bleak
Hold up...
I guess I'm becoming blind
Can't see shit and I'm trying to open my eyes...
Now I see, I just had to get rid of the shattered glass...
[Outro]
Me: Shit man, this is weak, but it has that message in it
Conscious: What do you mean?
Me: Listen to it man, even though I'm having a mental breakdown, I'm giving off that positive vibe!
Conscious: I think we need to talk again, this isn't positive... At all
Me: Ashes to ashes...
Sometimes I feel as if I've gone insane...
Changed how I live so much it feels like my brain
Isn't where it should be like a car out of lane
Maybe it's up up and away like some kind of crane
Pick me up young world
I want to see this life uncurl
From this uncomfortable position that hurts
Maybe some day I could get a girl
That will give me inspiration to unfurl
From this desperation, the spirit that's word
Maybe I'm just paranoid...
This that shit you can't avoid...
See I'm just a boy but to my head?
I might as well just be another toy
Tryin' to take this stress and uncoil it
'Cause if I don't I'd put myself in the soil
Or another crazy man with a hat of tinfoil
Looking at these UFOs
Wondering if they ever see us and know
That we're truly afraid of them like: Oh no!
Can they see us through these phones?
Will they perhaps kidnap us and make clones?
Gotta watch where I'm going I just hit a cone
This air in the atmosphere is too unknown
I guess it's just the spirits in my head
Haunting me all day until I wind up dead
Taking the downwards spiral guess I missed heaven
Now I'm trippin' cos I don't want to go to hell
Maybe Logic's right, it is just a waiting room, I can talk to god
While he gives the quick nod
Of telling me that I'm making it somewhere...Not
For now, I gotta keep the rest of these antics up in my head
[Bridge]
Except that's probably a lie
I'll probably complain till' I die
One day I'll probably fly
For now, I'm lookin' up at the sky asking them why?
[Verse 2]
Why can't I be a star in the sky?
Looked up to by the people of night
At least when it's night people will analyse
Every point that I throw out, until my demise
If I was famous they would probably idolise
Every action I made like my oh my
It's whatever though
I can be tough through any weather
And whether or not you care doesn't bother, me
Any day of the, week
You can't make me, weak
You can't make me, bleak
Hold up...
I guess I'm becoming blind
Can't see shit and I'm trying to open my eyes...
Now I see, I just had to get rid of the shattered glass...
[Outro]
Me: Shit man, this is weak, but it has that message in it
Conscious: What do you mean?
Me: Listen to it man, even though I'm having a mental breakdown, I'm giving off that positive vibe!
Conscious: I think we need to talk again, this isn't positive... At all
Me: Ashes to ashes...