Imaginary Friends

Psychotic, diabolic, creatures of my mind

My imaginary friends are coming on time

The claws the paws the pale pearly skin

They creep and crawl and see my flaws

My flaws are them so I see them pretty clear

But the true question is are they really there

Are they really real or are the just figments

The delusions that made revolutions for life

My mistakes and accomplishments

Bleed into one

But when I face them I just fucking run

Hello there little guy

What's your name

Pain?

What is this, a fucking game

Or is it hate

Or is it fear

Or is it life

You can be my tears

Just follow me around

And tell me what to do

I may disagree

But I bow to you

My imaginary friend

That only I could see

Cause no one else knows you

Except me

The drugs that I'm on have left me wondering

Where the fuck'd you come from

Come on I'm wondering

Who the fuck do you think you are

To just walk in my mind

And lower the bar

And take what I want

And not give it back
Cause honestly I feel that you're holding me back

My standard's degraded

As your strength goes on

And you're getting stronger

With every rip of the bong

And every hit of acid

And every cap of E

Every shrum cap I've taken

And lines of kitty

And to top it off

I still got my blunt

Same as my knife

No physical harm done

Hey there little shit

What's your fucking name

Pain?

What is this, a fucking game

Or is it hate

Or is it fear

Or is it life

You could be my tears

You could follow me around

And tell me what to do

I will disagree

But I still bow to you

My imaginary friend

That only I could see

Cause no one else knows you

Except me

Except me

So why don't I just throw out my drugs

Cause I could always buy new ones

It's what I do for fun

Not concerned with my mind

Just having a good time

Telling people I'm fine

But really I'm not

So I'm steeped in smoke

And could use a line of coke

If just to keep my eyes open for a minute or two

I'll watch my brain rot

With the popcorn in hand

And the 3D glasses gleaming

Just like my old grin

In a world of sin

I'm the new prophet

The god of the dirty

And defiled

Don't stop it

Just keep going where your going

Dig the whole deeper

And wider

And darker

And the walls are getting higher

And your shovel broke

You'll have to dig out with your hands

After all dude, you're your number one fan

Hey you piece of shit

What did you do to my brain?

Pain?

What is this, a fucking game

Or is it hate

Or is it fear

Or is it life

You won't be my tears

Don't follow me around

And tell me what to do

I will disagree

And I won't bow to you

My imaginary friend

That only I could see

Cause no one else knows you

Except me
And I outgrew you
And I outgrew you