[Chorus: Ryan Oakes]
Don't want somebody to tell me I'm fine
Ferment my problems I bottle inside
I feed my Demons that see through my eyes
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"
Don't want somebody to tell me I'm fine
Ferment my problems I bottle inside
I feed my Demons that see through my eyes
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"

[Verse 1: Ryan Oakes]
I tied up my therapist, got a couple candlesticks
Put 'em in a pentagram and grabbed a bunch of amethyst
(Ryan, what you doing, baby?)
Nothing, dawg, I'll handle it, don't worry 'bout the body
In the woods, it's just a camping trip
(Something isn't right)
Trust me, man, it's just a mannequin
Saw this on a TV show and that's the shit I'm channeling
Got another body, yes, the blood is on my hands again
But that don't make me worse than every presidential candidate
(Jesus, take the wheel)
He's spilling out, I cut the brakes and then I told him
"Not to cross me or I'll make the same mistake again"
Told me, "I can save you," I said, "Okay, man, I can play pretend"
"Just copy what I do," I told him that, "I'm not a plagiarist
[Chorus: Ryan Oakes]
Don't want somebody to tell me I'm fine
Ferment my problems I bottle inside
I feed my Demons that see through my eyes
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"
Don't want somebody to tell me I'm fine
Ferment my problems I bottle inside
I feed my Demons that see through my eyes
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"

[Verse 2: Diggy Graves & Ryan Oakes]
I'm hearing something wicked ticking in my head again
Let me sober up, I think I might of let them in
Yeah, the Doc told me I might, "Need more medicine"
But this medicine is messing with my head again
I'm a psycho, I mean sicko, not a typo, I am mental
I'm a very caring person if you keep it confidential
Struggle writing riddles, if I break another pencil
I might shove the next utensil in my stomach
Gut the middle, cut the instrumental
Diggy, what the fuck?
I'm fucking out of my mind, let the tarot align
See, if death's my date, then let me take it as mine
Six-nine, my fate, leave it all behind
Doggystyle the hate, then leave the bone to dry
[Chorus: Ryan Oakes]
Don't want somebody to tell me I'm fine
Ferment my problems I bottle inside
I feed my Demons that see through my eyes
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"
Don't want somebody to tell me I'm fine
Ferment my problems I bottle inside
I feed my Demons that see through my eyes
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"

[Outro]
(Yeah, fuck the medicine)
(No more therapy sessions)
(Fuck your white picket fences)
(I don't need none of that shit, fuck you)
"Maybe I'm better off out of my mind"