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I'm Not Crazy
05:52
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an eight by eight and no windows
padded walls and no place to go
you've lost all hope, a broken soul
beyond restraint, you can't let go
dead emotions and no sympathy
an outcast from life and society
locked up tight and never free
all the voices inside of me
chorus:
behind these walls
is what you'll find
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
behind these walls
my state of mind
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
with you i might be obsessed
all emotions across my chest
in so deep, i dont care about the rest
but i don't care, it's all i have left
a black crayon to write my story
for once i'm gone others can read
my eight by eight, my sanctuary
all the voices are inside of me
for a time this is how i've been
i've had this hidden within
see the damage across my skin
my walls are closing in
dead emotions to hide my fear
a small part of you as a souvenir
bad thoughts whispered in my ear
as it turns out, i belong here
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an eight by eight and no windows
padded walls and no place to go
you've lost all hope, a broken soul
beyond restraint, you can't let go
dead emotions and no sympathy
an outcast from life and society
locked up tight and never free
all the voices inside of me
chorus:
behind these walls
is what you'll find
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
behind these walls
my state of mind
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
with you i might be obsessed
all emotions across my chest
in so deep, i dont care about the rest
but i don't care, it's all i have left
a black crayon to write my story
for once i'm gone others can read
my eight by eight, my sanctuary
all the voices are inside of me
for a time this is how i've been
i've had this hidden within
see the damage across my skin
my walls are closing in
dead emotions to hide my fear
a small part of you as a souvenir
bad thoughts whispered in my ear
as it turns out, i belong here
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She is the fear
Built inside my mind
She is nails on a chalkboard
Behind my eyes
She only comes to me
When I’m asleep
She knows all the ways
To hurt me so deep
chorus:
She is a beautiful nightmare
She’s made of everything that I fear
Beauty is scarred in the eye of the beholder
I try to run
But somehow I still find her
She likes the way that I scream
She likes to lay on me in my dream
She like to pull me apart at the seems
She sticks her fingers in my mouth when I scream
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an eight by eight and no windows
padded walls and no place to go
you've lost all hope, a broken soul
beyond restraint, you can't let go
dead emotions and no sympathy
an outcast from life and society
locked up tight and never free
all the voices inside of me
chorus:
behind these walls
is what you'll find
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
behind these walls
my state of mind
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
with you i might be obsessed
all emotions across my chest
in so deep, i dont care about the rest
but i don't care, it's all i have left
a black crayon to write my story
for once i'm gone others can read
my eight by eight, my sanctuary
all the voices are inside of me
for a time this is how i've been
i've had this hidden within
see the damage across my skin
my walls are closing in
dead emotions to hide my fear
a small part of you as a souvenir
bad thoughts whispered in my ear
as it turns out, i belong here
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in this world
built off lies
you keep your mouth shut
your tongue tied
cutting the strings
to society
nothing's the same
to you and me
chorus:
open your mouth
keep it real wide
the words don't come out
you're tongue tied
like a broken record
the words are on repeat
you move your body
to the rhythm of this beat
we're cutting the strings
of our society
things have to change
to set us all free
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an eight by eight and no windows
padded walls and no place to go
you've lost all hope, a broken soul
beyond restraint, you can't let go
dead emotions and no sympathy
an outcast from life and society
locked up tight and never free
all the voices inside of me
chorus:
behind these walls
is what you'll find
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
behind these walls
my state of mind
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
with you i might be obsessed
all emotions across my chest
in so deep, i dont care about the rest
but i don't care, it's all i have left
a black crayon to write my story
for once i'm gone others can read
my eight by eight, my sanctuary
all the voices are inside of me
for a time this is how i've been
i've had this hidden within
see the damage across my skin
my walls are closing in
dead emotions to hide my fear
a small part of you as a souvenir
bad thoughts whispered in my ear
as it turns out, i belong here
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light shines off the blade as i pull out the straight edge
you sit while you're bound as i take the lead
the guilt washes down off your face in drips of mascara
as i stand above you and i watch you bleed
chorus:
sado-masochist
strapped at the wrist
a feeling you can't resist
comfort sealed in a kiss
your respect's left outside as you walk through the front door
showing strange ways of expressing your love
inflicting torture and pain leaving marks on your body
now i'm washing my hands of your blood
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8. |
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She is the fear
Built inside my mind
She is nails on a chalkboard
Behind my eyes
She only comes to me
When I’m asleep
She knows all the ways
To hurt me so deep
chorus:
She is a beautiful nightmare
She’s made of everything that I fear
Beauty is scarred in the eye of the beholder
I try to run
But somehow I still find her
She likes the way that I scream
She likes to lay on me in my dream
She like to pull me apart at the seems
She sticks her fingers in my mouth when I scream
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9. |
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|
an eight by eight and no windows
padded walls and no place to go
you've lost all hope, a broken soul
beyond restraint, you can't let go
dead emotions and no sympathy
an outcast from life and society
locked up tight and never free
all the voices inside of me
chorus:
behind these walls
is what you'll find
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
behind these walls
my state of mind
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
with you i might be obsessed
all emotions across my chest
in so deep, i dont care about the rest
but i don't care, it's all i have left
a black crayon to write my story
for once i'm gone others can read
my eight by eight, my sanctuary
all the voices are inside of me
for a time this is how i've been
i've had this hidden within
see the damage across my skin
my walls are closing in
dead emotions to hide my fear
a small part of you as a souvenir
bad thoughts whispered in my ear
as it turns out, i belong here
|
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10. |
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|
She is the fear
Built inside my mind
She is nails on a chalkboard
Behind my eyes
She only comes to me
When I’m asleep
She knows all the ways
To hurt me so deep
chorus:
She is a beautiful nightmare
She’s made of everything that I fear
Beauty is scarred in the eye of the beholder
I try to run
But somehow I still find her
She likes the way that I scream
She likes to lay on me in my dream
She like to pull me apart at the seems
She sticks her fingers in my mouth when I scream
|
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11. |
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|
an eight by eight and no windows
padded walls and no place to go
you've lost all hope, a broken soul
beyond restraint, you can't let go
dead emotions and no sympathy
an outcast from life and society
locked up tight and never free
all the voices inside of me
chorus:
behind these walls
is what you'll find
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
behind these walls
my state of mind
i'm not crazy
i'm not crazy
with you i might be obsessed
all emotions across my chest
in so deep, i dont care about the rest
but i don't care, it's all i have left
a black crayon to write my story
for once i'm gone others can read
my eight by eight, my sanctuary
all the voices are inside of me
for a time this is how i've been
i've had this hidden within
see the damage across my skin
my walls are closing in
dead emotions to hide my fear
a small part of you as a souvenir
bad thoughts whispered in my ear
as it turns out, i belong here
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F.T.C. Wisconsin
Dark, Eerie, Spooky and Sometimes Just Fun.
F.T.C. is a New Style of Sound Manipulation for your
Ears.
Influenced by the Paranormal and the Unknown,
It started with my interest in Aliens, Abductions, Ghost and other Haunting Things that go bump in the night.
Jesse <Ayin> Roberts creates a tapestry of nightmarish visions and electronic nightmares.
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