Yeah, I'm hyper...
And it's hard to pay attention.
When I was a school boy, I did
a lot of detention.
I guess I must mention that
my mom thinks I'm a demon.
On our next luncheon,
I will show her just what that means.
I have always known...
That she'd have no problem killing me.
Because I am just the scapegoat
for her sacrificial screams.
It seems like this existence had
never accounted for a soul like mine,
but I am just like all of you...
My past is behind me but I'm still doin time.

The tension inside is killing me and
I feel like a dried up, taunt rubber band.
I try to deal with these feelings,
but I've had about all I can stand.
It's hard to steady these shaking hands,
It's like building castles in the sand.
Don't tell me about responsibility,
when I was never taught how to be
a successful man.

You sabotaged my neurology, then
have the audacity to try and blame me.
How can a mixed up ten year old boy
be accountable for your tainted history.
My vision has become quite clear you see.
I see right through you, even though you
lack transparency.
It has become so apparent to be,
You were never a real loving parent to me.

The illusion that you present to others is
the dillision that is your reality.
The confusion that tried to drag this boy
under is a product of your insanity.
My shadow is my biggest fan, but it...