What the hell is wrong with me? I laugh too loud in conversations I make everything a joke But they all miss the punchline What the hell goes through my head when I find I can't recall the last word that I was thinking I really need some gingko biloba or perhaps just drink myself oblivious and slip into the blackened void of never ending sleep What the hell What the hell How dare I even think to think I might just make it big one day to deliver all the goodies to be worshipped by my fans Who am I to have opinions when I can't even keep my rage in check while driving in traffic? These and so many other thoughts consume every minute of every day of my questionable life What the hell What the hell Oh Look! Another bottle to drink another snack to eat another soul to crush when my truth comes out One moment please, I'll be right with you just as soon as I can get this taste of disdain out of my mouth Why would I expect my life to go any other way than the path I set it on? What the hell what the hell The game's afoot no shadows exist all is lit on fire and exposed reality is setting in Do I allow its full release? Ohh-h-h-h-h-h what the hell.
