Psychosis

Well, it’s a different man in your face
And so out of place
That you can see anything there
That you wish
Kiss my bliss
It’s like I’m a welcoming
Freakshow doormat
Held in awe while growing fat in the head
This is where we all should see red
A big fat wet slab of red

And I see that it makes me anti everything
And I see that it makes me
Want to shed my skin, shed my skin
Revelation leading to my
Psychosis and inspiration
Digest another hallucination
Psychosis by recreation
Happy till the next deterioration
Psychosis

For you it’s a different notion
Of music and motion
A dance of lights, a prosaic ocean
A delicate, nearly transparent
Creation of somebody’s soul on the screen
Has caught you in between
Of somebody’s life on the stage
And somebody’s life on frontpage
And this is where we all should see red
A big fat laughing mouth of red

And I see that makes anti everything
And I see that it makes me want
To shed my skin, shed my skin
I think I’m gonna start my own religion
Seems to be the recipe for a new sensation
Think it’s gonna make a trendy revolution
Quite the contribution
To the unnatural selection