Am I doing this thing right
this can’t be the way
Everything I do must be wrong
that’s what the voices say
could this be the perfect world
that just sounds insane
Anyhow how could I judge
I’ve only got one brain
And it’s obsessed with crazy things
It ponders all day long
Asking after esoteric
questions and strange songs
Could this be my way to get out
crazy late at night
What little truth I know slays me
I’ve not yet begun to fight
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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