Tip it

I tip my hat to the insane is it instinct that I can't change. is it love well never attain as I dis assemble scattered days an sleepless nights I cant explain what that was in the darkness or the light and its been lost just like my mind...

head up in it,

im up in my head all the time ,

I love sence but I can never find mine

,love how you can display all this hate

when I know that you love me all the way.

an i cant tame these demons all these evil deeds and but really I can never claim to be anything that you described to me.sounds like a disease with you im complete. put voices to bed

get the fuck out of my head, n head up in it, im up in my head all the time love sence but I can never find mine love how you can dis-play all this hate when I know that you love me all the way

what's mine is yours you know what I mean, if I cut you I bleed, if you cut me its deep .now ,I feel that I cant peel back the pain or fear and shame in your life its all the scattered days an sleepless nights now these instincts they sink in .you cant lose but you never win ,when I won I lost my mind its all the same ,when I tip my hat to thee insane