Absent Minded
When your names are songs
When you find your first name is a song
im sure you find it to be neat
When you realise your last name to be a song
you think its really cool
when your middle name is a song too
now thats something im sure you will begin to think
very few people have
Perhaps you will be like me
and buy the albulms your names are on
listen to them in order
and see what they mean to you
Until one day
you discover the month of your birth is a song
the day of your birth is a song
the year of your birth is a song
now im sure if youre anything like me
at first you might point it out to people
but youre not like me
you dont have a mental illness
you dont obsess about it
your songs might not be about your real life events
that drive you to cry
and make you feel tortured
and wonder why this is happening
so you begin to wonder
who can i ask
how can i find out why
they are songs?>
what can i do to figure out this puzzle?
what letters can i write and to who and what do i say?
and when they get returned and you still have no answer
and youre farther away from any kind of answer you are seeking
and ytou realise
it was the music thar drove you to drink anyway
it was the music that introduced ypou to the ideals of getting high
and now its making you cry
and you have lost your mind
your first name calls ytou aliar
your middle name points you out as a terrible murderous king
your last name suggests you be burnt to the ground
and all you can do is ask god
why why would you do this to me?
why give me the gift of a muse
why give me a mental illness?>
why allow me to see the future and torture me with it?
When your names are songs thats just the beginning
soon you will see the echoes of you
your nightmares on the big screen
your dreams someone else will be living
and all you can do is write or die
so someone else can express your views and you be under rug swept
with the big bump on your forehead
My prophetic mental illness
my names as songs
and all my life who am i?
When your names are songs
perhaps you will never listen to them
perhaps you will be lucky enough to know they were never really about you at all
but here i am
with the clues of first middle and last
and birthday full blast
with the apartment of compton i live in
all in order and its no mystery to me
its about me
the fire
the lies
they hate me
and they express it freely
they hate me cause im a no one
im the victom of their hollywood satanic cult of propoganda
the torture victom genius of the music
the man in the middle crying every night from the sins done unto me
the sins i did to try to get away
the things i did to nonchalantly point it out
and now everything ois just messy
When your names are songs
and your talking to the sattelites no one believes are there
and several months later you walk into a movie theatre
and all your conversations are now movies
and you walk into a music store and many of your ideas are in songs
they point the finger back at you
like they are doing ypou some favor
like your something made out of nothing
but they should be listening
for the grudge they have made
is one thing you will never forget
for the lines and voices inside and outside of your head
of the silent wars youve been victom of and cant get away from
because your anames are songs so the music industry and hollywood can make som stupid protest
and ruin your life
and no matter what you do you can help them
so when your names are songs and your life is a show
and they count how many times you steal a chocolate pick your nose
how long it takes for you to popp or masterbate
remember why your walking and talking in circles
and who they did it to first
and then shake my hand for something i had to fathom
and cry over for over 20 years of a psychological torture you no longer have to fully endure
as i slide on over to the net to make sure i can escpae something and lead you out of it
when your names are songs
at first youl think its great until you realise so are your birthday
until you realise they are pointing right at you and the telivision is echoes of you
until you go on the net and finally a reality where everyone is in their own little bubble
wrapped around themselves and you can begin fiending for your shadows
so go ahead copycats
be inspired by me now
my names are songs
put me through a bigger nightmare
see who and what i am now
cause i dont kknow
and i want my happy ending eventually
im tired of crying for your country and mine that doesnt care at all
about the victom they had to create for the other victoms they were trying to make
because my names were songs
so who am i really?
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When your names are songs
When your names are songs