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Psychotic psychosis My diagnosis is one I've imposed on myself It gets hard to focus, can't tell where my hope is When I dance alone with the ghost of this hell But I get by (I get by) Holding matches right up to the gallons of gasoline That I've drenched over my mind 'til it's all up in flames And I'm dried up begging for just one more taste Take the edge off all around Turn my head 'til I have lost what I've found (turn my head 'til I have lost what I've found) Dull the senses (dull the senses), ease the pain (ease the pain) When I've used up every chemical in my brain Psychotic psychosis My diagnosis is one I've imposed on myself It gets hard to focus, can't tell where my hope is When I dance alone with the ghost of this hell (one, two, three) (Wait) It gets hard to focus, can't tell where my hope is When I dance alone with the ghost of this hell Yeah, I get by Pretending I know what it's like to feel alive While I suffocate on every inhibition crowding my mind Reaching out for every little hit of dopamine close to me Hoping it might Take the edge off all around Turn my head 'til I have lost what I've found (turn my head 'til I have lost what I've found) Dull the senses (dull the senses), ease the pain (ease the pain) When I've used up every chemical in my brain Psychotic psychosis My diagnosis is one I've imposed on myself (wait) Turn my head 'til I've Turn my head 'til I've lost what I found (Turn my head around)