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My Name Is Schizophrenia
My Name Is Schizophrenia (Verse 1) You shake, tremble and you quiver with fear I’ve got hands upon you it’s the voices you hear But relax, I’m your friend Or you’d like to pretend No hard feelings. You breathe heavily and try to escape But you know if you try then I just might end your fate Hi I’m back with a gun You get out, try to run ‘Til you’re bleeding. (Chorus) They call you the crazy guy And I I’m at fault. They call you the crazy guy And I I’m at fault. They call you the crazy guy And I I’m at fault. I haunt your mind. I haunt your mind. (Verse 2) I push you into canyons of wet And you fall right into my dark oubliette And you scream until there Is a key you know where I am hiding. I’m out to get you, now go on and cry But it won’t do you good, you’ll just sit there and die I’m the mask, I’m the sword You’re the witch, you’re the whore And you now have that razor in your palms, there’s no use in hiding anymore. (Chorus) They call you the crazy guy And I I’m at fault. They call you the crazy guy And I I’m at fault. They call you the crazy guy And I I’m at fault. I haunt your mind.
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