A silver plated numbing gum
And jesus resting on my thumb
I've got the mood that seems to scare ya.
A hard to reach malaria
I've got the mood that seems to bury ya.
I'm paranoid, self destroyed.
Believe me lord I'm sorry
I've got the nightmare called. I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
The fever becomes my home.
Schizophrenia
I cry. I cry and I don't know why.
Becomes my home.
The fever becomes my home. I love it when you're holding me.
You have a gentle way of holding me.
I haven't felt that way since 1993,
I bet you're waiting for the long sob story
When my mother held me.
No, I wasn't built that way.
I was strong but desperatley brave,
Of how I was mistreated again.
And I didn't mean to scare ya.
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