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My thoughts have grown legs and are running around my mind on silly crooked lines trying to make their own sense

And here I am with a weapon of denial trying to start my own defense.

Uuurgh,

That pitter patter all over my brain.

These thoughts, together with these feelings are driving me insane.
Let me be frank, cause he ought to set these thoughts straight.
God knows if I try it myself, its gonna be too late.
Now I know myself and we're undercover,

But if these thoughts get out, they'll be open for the public to discover.

My mind is a mess,

And about to strip, but my feelings won't let my thoughts get undressed.

It's that bare necessity

And the feeling of being locked inside my mind is kind of oppressing me.
My thoughts are kept hidden like the many skeletons in the closest,

And yeah, you won't find answers until you leave a deposit.
Those skeletons are growing skin, let Frank be risen from the dead.

Why don't you help him recover and climb inside of my head?