Neuropsychopathic Eye کے بول

Here I am once again Looking up at the ceiling And what is it I'm afraid of I need somewhere to hide from my neuropsychopathic eye I'm crucified to my mind Slowly drop into a fantod And sound can't pierce through the labyrinth I'm waiting for the trip to start But I'm not ready to fry in my neuropsychopathic eye A splinter flies through my spine Something in your mind you don't realise You don't realise You don't realise.