Tongue-splitter Lyrics - Scurrilous - Protest The Hero

Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis 

Well I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis 

He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this 

So I spat, grinned, then I looked at him and I blew him a glass cold kiss behind 

Knows just when I let a bottom be dead 

Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie 

I'm not asking for your pity, woe is me sarcastically 

I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically 

But I'm waning waiting alphabetically 

As I keep dropping bombs 

Dropping bombs 

Dropping bombs apologetically 

It was a wicked whimpering winter plagued night 

When my tongue grew wings and took to flight 

The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment 

Is the truth so bent, it can't be broken 

Jealousy got the best of me and had a conference with the rest of me 

And said if this is all that's left for me then there's so little room for regret 

Little voice 

Little voice 

Little voice inside 

Said if you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead 

Might as well be dead 

So I apologize, mostly to the four of my guys 

Who stand behind me on the stage every night 

As the mic starts to whisper 

And the words start to blister in my mouth, that I know aren't right 

I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot 

It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face 

So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced 

I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on auto-pilot 

So tell me again how my life should have been before I was spineless 

Before I gave in 

Because everybody thinks it's timeless 

Well time's running out 

One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face