Drop knowledge on blown domes like swingin a battle ax 33rd parallel, parasailed from here to hell in a different paralax Got too much on my mind, all confined so most of the time i cant relax Nowadays, how they play its all for pay like thier anti-facts So even though i feel abandoned and stranded, im on the highway to heaven like Micheal Landon And apparently, after much therapy, im still a psycho, branded Untreatable, but even if its news to these people, i refuse to be feeble and i cant stand it Cus i didnt choose to be evil, i was made that way by my planet By the heighth of man and slightest of hand So im not asking anymore, i demand it be made right Ive had about as much as i can stand Ive gotta form a plan before i can stand in the daylight