InTrosPeculatioN

Look into my two, pale blue eyes

That I exist is, sometimes so hard for me to realize

Offered this happiness, why do I dare resist,

Can anyone here sympathize?

I’m just an animal, governed by instinct,

I am too powerless to possess the keys to free will

I need a doctor, need a psychiatrist, I insist that he

Prescribe me some pills

CHORUS:

What is my answer

Where is my cure

Is it something simple

Or simply obscure

What’s my malfunction,

Destructive disease

Just feed me placebos

Just do something, please!

(have I) existed for an instant, or an eternity

it seems so relative, unreal and hard to believe

what is this game and, will it be over soon

im confused, when its done, then can we leave?

[geetar solo]

look into, my two, bloodshot eyes

your first impression is that my depression

is what brings me down to my knees

but if you look deeper, you’ll see that the reaper

has peppered this life of mine with genuine tragedy

[chorus]

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher