So you think my exterior seems
little out of focus
Because I don't talk in cliches
that people try to use
to stroke us
I don't care too much for
Clicks and gangs and little
sweing circles
If you want a place in this
rat race I [bad word] off and join the circus
 [bad word] 
If you look inside my head
You will see things
That you probably shouldn't see
Because my outside is off center
But I gurantee
It's stranger inside me

Have you ever felt like
Pulling your insides out
Cause they're burning
You feel caged
Like an animal that wants to [bad word] And you're yearning
For something strange, unexpected
Unexplainable to happen
That either kills you
Leaves you hurt
Or makes it hard to stop
From laughing