You think me mad? Insane? Crazy?
Well, the news declared in bold print that you
"Are going to die tomorrow."
Yes, that's what the reporter said,
so you are of no concern to me
That reporter, she has a distinct voice
(it rattles through my brain) like
she desperately wants to be heard.
And I listen intently There is no other way to act,
she is of every concern to me
She informs me of things
If you step on the crack
it doesn't break your mother's back
No, it's much worse
If you step on the crack,
a serial killer will come and hack
you into tiny little p i e c e s
and then shove them into a sack.
you'll always see me hopping on the pavements
whilst the reporter tells me the weather)
"Today's a sunny day"
"Everyone's wearing their coats, it's pissing it down"
Fuck, what are you even doing here?
You're following me, wherever I go
I don't question it; I STATE it.
My sleeping habits have changed?
I think sleeping with one's eyes closed
is a perfectly normal habit
Wait, she's speaking
Shut it for a minute
Those security cameras
are watching me. Just me -
No one else
See how they follow me?
You, leave now;
don't come near me.
You don't understand; she does
weaving her voice into my head
(and laughing) she talks sense
See? Perfect, cool, logical sense
You are of no concern to me