[Verse 1]
The heart races as the mind grows sluggish
I sail across the skyline, the vertical climb equipment is outdated
Umbilical jewelry in the wake I'm flattered
Threads old and tattered
Tip-less phalanges tangled in the food for thought batter
Now we'll know why, get shattered
While the evening crowded Angies chokes on angus
My short order resembles Mingus
From dynasty to destiny I presently reside along the border of intensity
And intentionally avoiding the intense city

[Pre-Chorus]
My flotation device leaks slow, I put a cork in it (Gone crazy)
And remove the carnivore and ego cannibal service themselves (Gone crazy, gone crazy, gone crazy)
Force fed to our side of simple isms, trapped in schisms (Gone crazy, gone crazy)

[Chorus]
But I prefer the nocturne to the octane, the clear thoughts to the migraine
That's why I'm erratic, but this thing's under control
Nocturne to the octane, clear thoughts, migraine
That's why I'm erratic, but this thing is under control
Half way up the wall I lose control

[Verse 2]
I scrub my feeling away if it's the last thing that I do
Better due to this anxiety and say hello to you
Fade away from the brink of happiness
And link my thoughts to acidic canisters
I lice my fever and return to life within a day or two
Plead my case and try to exchange these old words for new
I thought I was sick of this shit, but it was the 24 hour flu
Take my mind up a bit higher it looks better near the banister
Tortured by the shadows thrown by torchia
My gratitude goes out of 5
The frozen scorcher that is this place leaves my attitude unsatisfied
Eratika, it's coming at me, getting closer with each time
[Pre-Chorus]
(Gone crazy, gone crazy, gone crazy)
The carnivore and ego cannibal service themselves (Gone crazy, gone crazy, gone crazy)
Force fed to our side of simple isms, trapped in schisms (Gone crazy, gone crazy)

[Chorus]
But I prefer the nocturne to the octane, the clear thoughts to the migraine
That's why I'm erratic, but this thing's under control
Nocturne to the octane, clear thoughts, migraine
That's why I'm erratic, but it's all is under control

[Verse 3]
Pseudo humanity the wooden spoon caught down the wrong pipe
Voices splintered, like dawns intrusion
The soul contusion to no elastic double joints
My compass points
Rumpless crumble under pressure so I fumble with my faces
Dodging tenacious rumbles from what has become a persistent ache
Deep down in my feelings zombie, its resident grows delinquent
Magnify my need for touch, since I've played this game too much