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Текст песни Algorithm - Head Games

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[VERSE I]It all began with the crying of childrenSearching the cold landscape for something to get the blanks filled inBoiling temperatures had the paint on the walls peelingThe shit done hit the fan now maneur dripping off the ceilingI directly below showered in excrementBitterly refusing the recommended daily dose of medicineBible scriptures just a play thing, making spitballsout of the new and old testamentImmersed in a demented game of chicken with my own shadowsScreaming let my image go to the silhouette pharoahHe won`t budgeI won`t shake/ He won`t move/ I won`t escapeThere`s no judge, it ain`t safeI must sootheThese headachesUnrest got me biting my fingernails down to the knuckleSolitaire with a deck of cards unshuffledMy land lady provided me with a patch of leatheryflesh to keep my mouth muffledI must repent I scufflewith a coupleof heavy belt bucklesWhipping `em across my back creating welts and sore musclesIt shall never cease until I cleanse my soul[VERSE II]A dozen picture frames picture frames shattered on the bathroom floorA spouse who chose adultery over matrimony forever yoursBlood stains the tileTic Tac Toe styleMy X won it all- The dog, the house, the cars, thebank accounts, the kids and all the whileI`m slowly going downthe stairway to heaven like a slinky hellboundI`m lost in a spiral defeated fetal positionA train of thought with an altered course headed for fatal collisionThe jagged glass stepping stones as I hopscotch with wounded feetMisery serenades me with tunes of mystiqueHide and seekEnchanting isn`t itThis damning dizzinessIn a whirlwind twister raving and ranting sillinessThe night the music stoppedand blind thieves with horns watchedand staredAs I wallow in self-pity and despairNo reason to keep up the pace but no place to takefive they`ve stolen my chairThe odd man out- I`m it tagging Jack daniels with alcohol abuseI duck duck goosea makeshift noosehanging from the ceiling fanPinata loathing the tattered remains of a broken down family manWhat went wrong, what was missing, I try to spell it outThe grief overwhelms I gotta yell it outPass out on a sofa bed couchIt`ll be a new day tomorrowI must suppress the sorrowOr face the possibility of losing my professionI`ll do my best to counsel that dysfunctional familyduring their next session

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