Undecidedly Impure

Some days I sit around neurotically bound Thinking and concocting up what the world has done... Some days I try to look around neurotically bound confiscating things sure that their going down... Some days I rest around neurotically bound tied to a chair beer in my hand... If this we're a song I'd sung it out loud but it's locked up inside my head So I'll think it out loud The heaven's cry whenever I think Because they knew I'm not as stupid as the next human being... Maybe it's because I'm easily influenced by the things I'm not supposed to be dealing with even though I shed the good light on them their all still bad...