All I've got, all I've got is insane I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it!

Beaten down, dominated by its sound Living my life horrified Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life Does nobody know I'm insane? Growing deep within my head Softly dying, its soul is shed Eating me all up inside This cancer finds everything I

Come back to me, it's almost easy Come back again, it's almost easy I'm not insane, I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane (Set it off) (You learned your lesson) (It's still your fault) I feel insane every single time

Without even trying It's best to go, while I collapse It's not a false alarm The ashes settle in Well, I guess we are the insane As we ignore the mirror's truth Should I join the feast? Should I acknowledge the leash? The future in captivity, I'm not who

Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve, but I don't care And pour me somethin' tall and strong It's five o'clock somewhere The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I Workday passes like molasses in wintertime

Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game 'Cause we're young

All I've got, all I've got is insane I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it If

No one's ever gonna censor me I won't turn and look away When it's all you wanna see You're the coward, you're the thief And that's all you'll ever be Stay away, decay before I go insane Who knew bliss was such a risk All the thoughts I have I'm too

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

Oh nice guys finish last When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back You might break your spine Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth but now the joke's on you I