Voices in my head. Telling me to behave. I don’t know what behaviour is

Voices in my head, telling me to be safe, But I wanna be dangerous

Hi doc, I think I have some sort of mental disease

It’s an internal policing which consequentially leads

To existential unease and an exponential increase

In conventional and largely unintentional deeds

Can I escape from it doc? Am I potentially free

From the voice in my head that says it’s so essential to me

How independent from it can my identity be

Am I comparing myself to an unidentical me

All these intentional people that try to alter your ego

Saying Fro, you should go in the direction where we go

Cause you don’t know what values to have, but homie we know

Essentially we can be enemies or amigo’s

But of course, if you don’t conform to the norm

You’ll be grossly deformed, put in the eye of the storm

You’ll be harshly rejected and unprotected

Elected the unaccepted, so no-one can become uninfected

You will not be respected or even deemed courageous

Your ideas will be bad, your suggestions outrageous

But you should not be afraid of us cause we’re here to protect you

The only voice in your head that’s supposed to affect you

Am I real cray, crazy to say that I’m feeling this way?

Am I, am I, am I real cray? Or am I, am I, am I OK? 2x

Voices in my head, uh, telling me to behave, uh, I don’t know what behavior is

Voices in my mind, uh, telling me to be safe, uh, But I wanna be dangerous

Voices telling me to behave, they say there’s room for discussion but no need to debate

And I can easily state, that the voices aren’t offering me pieces of cake

There not easy to break down into choices I can easily make, they aren’t reasoning why

I should give ‘em all a piece of the pie, I don’t think they try to relate, I’m in need of a break

They all have feelings to state, about proceedings I make

So I’m not feeling to great, I have the feeling that the voices don’t want me to create

I have the feeling that the voices don’t want me to be great

I have the feeling that the voices wanna keep me imprisoned they’re always blocking my vision

They’re always stopping my mission, that’s why I always feel I’m locked in the system

And every time I try to talk they’re never trying to listen

Please doctor won’t you tell me more about my condition

I don’t think I’m enslaved, but look at all my decisions

Did I make them myself or is it all repetition of what the voices have told me

The lies that they sold me, I think they’re trying to hold me in the current position

Feel like it’s an infringement of my entire cognition

Because the world I envision is very different from theirs

Cause when I try to compare, it’s all apples and pears

I don’t wanna have my vision impaired, I’m trying to see

Trying to silence the voices, I said I’m trying to be free

Am I real cray, crazy to say that I’m feeling this way?

Am I, am I, am I real cray? Or am I, am I, am I OK?