Future Idiots
Future Idiots - My Condition lyrics
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My head is filled with nonsense, stupid shit not worth the while I just can't stop the damn thing, constant thinking, no comply And late at night when I try eagerly to fall asleep my restless mind won't let me concentrate on counting sheep Do you like my thoughts of insanity, it's my own recipe I am sorry but I can't seem to handle reason I am worried of my instability, could use some remedy You may check my condition I'm sick of my tinnitus, silence is a precious kind I might be close to schizo but for now I think we're fine At least I'm not talking to a bearded man up in the sky But I guess being sane has different ways of being wright I am a freak I'm not unique But I will be A parody I'll try to go back to sleep