I gotta devil on my left shoulder and I
I gotta angel on my right shoulder and I
They're both metal, throwing off my moral compass
Spinning me in circles, I can't keep my balance
Welcome to the mind of an addict
Variety of voices mixed into the static
Eating at my inner stability like maggots
No structure or integrity to break away from habits
I am Roger Rabbit, partially imagined
Multitude of mediums can't find the ghosts
That scavenge the meat from dead horses I've been beating
Should've used for cohesion that I'm clearly needing oh
Ironic that medicine is keeping me from healing
Can't stop, won't stop, tell me what's the reason
I can't hear you over this gorilla glue I'm breathing
My vices act like supervillains, I act as the legion
Oh what are all of these therapies for?
O for one, o for twelve, what are these steps for?
I know what I gotta do to change my game
But I just get used to the pain
I gotta devil on my left shoulder and
I gotta angel on my right shoulder and
They're both metal, throwing off my moral compass
Spinning me in circles, I can't keep my balance