Paranoia changes the chemicals in my brain Deja vu infects me like a viral strain Father took away my gun Terrified that I won't see another rising sun This it how it feels When you don't know what's real And you're spinning your wheels Better check yourself before I wreck myself This it how it feels When you don't know what's real And you're spinning your wheels Better check yourself before I wreck myself Patterns and swirls convincing me there's nothing left outside Just cement walls and I'm buried down inside Darkness creeping under cold and pallid skin Finally I crawl back out and end where I begin This it how it feels When you don't know what's real And you're spinning your wheels Better check yourself before I wreck myself This it how it feels When you don't know what's real And you're spinning your wheels Better check yourself before I wreck myself Superman is God and God is who I am At least that's what I'm told and I don't understand Convulsing on the Sabbath bed ridden through the day And sweating out the sickness until I'm finally okay This it how it feels When you don't know what's real And you're spinning your wheels Better check yourself before I wreck myself This it how it feels When you don't know what's real And you're spinning your wheels Better check yourself before I wreck myself Better check yourself before I wreck myself Better check yourself before I wreck myself.