**[Verse 1]**
I’m a biochemical wasteland, a chemical deficit
My serotonin is trapped in the gut, I can’t get it explicit
A psychic read the tea leaves of my own skull
He said I’d be a king, but I’m just a failed psychological
My psychosomatic pains are all in my head
But the GABA isn't inhibiting, the Glutamate is dead
I’m a psychoactive dream, a neurosteroid disaster
Waiting for a dopamine surge that I’m never gonna get here.
**[Chorus]**
The psychics got it wrong, the math is a lie
I read the horoscope, but I didn't see the sky
We’re just firing neurons in a cage of static
The psychometrics don't measure the void, just the static
The prophecy was written in crayon, the script is a farce
I’m a cortisol casualty in a psychopath’s dance.
**[Verse 2]**
I foretold this ending, I saw it coming from a mile away
But the outcome was a lie, a calculated decay
The unknown unknows are dead, the mystery is gone
I peered into the abyss and the abyss just stared at a pawn
The epiphany was a hallucination, a lie told by the brain
A futile attempt to make the suffering explain.
**[Bridge]**
Myelin sheath is stripped, the signal is weak
I’m a psychic’s nightmare, a psychic’s freak
I’m parsing the signals, but the data is corrupt
Just a pile of severed nerves in a nervous wreck
The prophecy said I’d be whole, but I’m fractured and bent
The unknown unknows are dead in the laboratory.
**[Outro]**
The psychic lied.
The prophecy lied.
The neurochemistry is wrong.
The math is wrong.
We're just firing in the dark.
Just firing in the dark.
Just firing in the dark.
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