The Verbal Surgeon - Miss Diagnosis lyrics

[Verse 1: Twisted Imagery] You were happy to see me yesterday But today you just look away You say you need space I say I need less to suffocate With razor blades I medicate I meditate to elevate to Heaven's Gate Get turned down at the door, a Hellish fate You tried to help me, and I called you a b**h Because a helping hand morphed into a clenched fist Hit me in the gut, and if you had a bullet I'd wish You'd pull it and not aim for the heart because surely you'd miss My head is something that the sane will not dare to explore My family doesn't trust me, Padlocks on their doors Sometimes I find myself yanking the chain too tight Until reality bites, just for spite, serves me right I find it hard to sleep So I think to myself, maybe if I die I'll rest in peace I'll leave you with memories, The best of me The rest of me you'll have to forget, so I guess it's best I leave [Hook: Twisted Imagery & The Verbal Surgeon (X2)] I go toe to toe and wrestle myself to a split decision My indecisions means it's hard to fit in I teeter on the edge of insanities border's And I'm bound to go over Miss Diagnosis wrote the order [Verse 2: Twisted Imagery] Say hi to my disorder, say hi to my disorder! I love you, I hate you, I hate you, I love you, bipolar They say I'm anti-social, like dyslexics, can't be read Instead I publish all the transcripts in my head So the narrative must be bad for my health Because the dialogue is between me and myself I just wanted love, they f**ed me up with their d** So the straight jackets been the closest thing to a hug My life's a bad comedy say hello to the hostess A toast from hopless to Miss Diagnosis Who's been my drug dealer since the age of twelve Supplying the student body, pushing the product for wealth I pull the curtain back in this play I'm sick of hurting Sick of working for a circus surplus, I'm certain That if I had a pure thought my mind wouldn't be a virgin I'm sick of talking, I'll leave it to Verbal Surgeon [Hook: Twisted Imagery & The Verbal Surgeon (X2)] I go toe to toe and wrestle myself to a split decision My indecisions means it's hard to fit in I teeter on the edge of insanities border's And I'm bound to go over Miss Diagnosis wrote the order [Verse 3: The Verbal Surgeon] Yeah... The Verbal Surgeon... Real Rap Yo! I'm feeling prescription pains From the medication flowing through my veins According to my characteristics I'm far from sane Now I'm battling myself and who's the one to blame No one but the bottle with the label baring my name 10 milligrams force fed as the solution A pharmaceutical amphetamine pure body pollution I used to think I couldn't make it through the day Without a daily dosage of my daily poison in this game of life I play A different path I stray it took some time to find the way To come to terms with myself and realize without it I'm okay I don't need the counseling or your suggestions My mind is what I need to survive I use it as a weapon I'm trying to better myself and so I'm working hard To tear down these emotional barriers and forget the scars I'm never looking back my eyes are on the road ahead There's much to lose and much to gain in time before I'm dead [Hook: Twisted Imagery & The Verbal Surgeon (X2)] I go toe to toe and wrestle myself to a split decision My indecisions means it's hard to fit in I teeter on the edge of insanities border's And I'm bound to go over Miss Diagnosis wrote the order