(Owl) These are lyrics to "Neurotic" by Keith Caputo, and Boaz wanted to post them. I feel the need to clarify...

(Boaz) You realize that feeling the need to "clarify" that you don't do drugs could come across as judgmental towards those who do or have done drugs. Let me clarify. (Trigger Warning!)

I have been stabbed with many needles, the content of which is mostly unknown. By doctor's, though, so it's all okay then.

My commentary is in parentheses.

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i feel unworthy, my body feels dirty (My body is dirty. So are the other bodies around me. I wish to dispose of them all.)

i spit up your thoughts on my breakfast plate (People constantly try and shove their thoughts and values down my throat, I want to spit it back. It's not mine and I don't want it.)

and i'm a neurotic, murder inside me (Murder is inside me)



i'm feeling ragged, torn in my cellar

infection has grown into body art

i'm a neurotic, murder inside me


the coffin hole's your special friend

death is wonder, the restful end

muddy waters up to my neck, wretched weeper needle head

wretched weeper, syringe me with addiction


syringe me, syringe me, syringe me with addiction



i'm feeling lonely, without my injection

i'll smash all your brains with the christmas tree

and i'm a neurotic, murder inside me