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Rehab

No One Understands

 

No One Understands

(album: To Whom It May Consume - 1999)


[Danny Boone and Cathy Swane:]
No... one... understands...

[Steaknife:]
And with my turbulent mind how canny I'm designed
I'm becoming in this current moment of time, a sturdy confine
From running, but in place to see the faces of survival and despair
Thinking in the air, mocking me into more solitaire, all I bear
And now I'm grasping the sadness even more
Nauseated, face to floor cause hope is whore
And wrist gon' pour getting fucked till it sore
So I execute reasoning, obliterate unity wholeheartedly
Contest to lessen felicity with the diabolic part of me
I ain't see happiness but it's delusion, confusion
My insistence to journey through this pandemonium intrusion
I'm surviving this misconception
Faith and tranquility ending like misery
Heretic red herring the ability
My excuse is concrete, lies deep when I sleep
On rock pillars and rubber sheets
My oppressive hospital suite...

[Danny Boone and Cathy Swane:]
No... one... understands...
No... one... understands...

[Brooks Buford (Cathy Swane):]
And all the time with this bullshit infected in this
Reptiles and fuck bitches, my brain itches
Paradise in six foot ditches
Solo's like Lepers in colonies
Opressed economy be bombing me
I have my family embalming me, it's all in me
Pushing tears (All these years)
Cocaine and beers (through the years)
Numbness for years so fuck these years
I'm dropping, pain only appears
I gag my ears (and live in fear)
Can't stop the conversation in the sub-conscience
So bring your children over hug the monster

[Danny Boone and Cathy Swane:]
No... one...
No... one...

[Danny Boone:]
Hard to believe everything that you're told
And if a sin is a sin then we've all killed Nicole
In one form or another, we've all stole a dollar
In one way or another
Faith is the cure-all that makes you think in the light
And if we've all done wrong
Then we've all done some right somewhere
But the negative's more attractive, seductive, destructive
A lie to the mind's eye, pointlessly productive
Wrong wastes time, right makes good use
Sometimes the villain gets the riches
And the saint gets the noose in this world, it does confuse
Righteousness and evil as well as win or lose
Am I humble or is my self esteem just low?
I mean, is me thinking I ain't worth a fuck a good thing?
I seem aggressive and pushy and as obnoxious as maddening
As I do my laziness depressing and saddening

[Danny Boone and Cathy Swane:]
No... one... understands...
No... one... understands...

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