Spasms

A lunatic
In strangers eyes
I like to scream a little
Reflecting life 

I hate myself
Every now and then
Can't see why you want
To be my friend

Devil's
Puppetry 
Is shaping my

Tourette's 
Or just bad credit
Psychotic habit
It's such a thrill

I flex my face
And I shake it loose
I clap my hands
Howl like a wolf

Electric worms
Elastic legs
I couldn't live without
My brain defect 

Devil's
Puppetry 
Is shaping my

Spasms
Spasms
Spasms
Spasms 
Spasms 
Shake the demons out of me

Contractions
Contractions 
Contractions
Fun for you and me

You cough
I yell
Trying to escape hell

I bang 
My head
Until it stops

Spun
Like tapestry
Hung out to dry

Tits
In sweaty leather 
Stains on my sweater
O what a mess