What would you do with the information that’s inside my head
What would you do with the information that’s inside my head

You have a pen and paper
Using my blood as the ink
It’s my thoughts you’re documenting
But it’s your use of it I’m questioning
Will what I say in confidence somehow leave this room
Am I talking myself into my own little doom
Who would’ve thought that your thoughts could get thought over
And make sure that your freedoms over

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head
What would do with the information that’s inside my head

Information
Information

I don’t believe to have a pretty face
I can’t charm my way out this
You’ll get compensated and I’ll get handcuffs on my wrist
What do you wanna know
How much further are you gonna dig
Until I tell you something worthy of being thrown into a space, not so big
I’ll make this best of a bad fall
And be the biggest superstar in the mental hospital
What would you do with the information that’s inside my head
What would you do with the information if you knew what was inside my head
What would you do with the information that’s inside my head
Inside my, inside my, inside my head

I’m not sure how to say this
I won’t be here for much longer
I might be crazy
I have to go away for a long time

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head
Once it downloads to the system
What would you do with the information that’s inside my head
Information

What would you do with the information that’s inside my head