(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Hey yo, I'm paranoid, cornered with a gun to my brain, and a box cutter tucked under my jugular vein, fuckin' insane and I need release, at war with myself, tryin' to keep the peace, I see the beast when I look in your eyes, but that's just because they're reflectin' what I despise, in front of a live crowd, tryin' to convince you, to accept me and what I've been through, it's like a Ginsu stabbin' through my clavicle, sometimes the way I'm treated feels so unnatural, so listen closely like a stenographer, while this image gets imprinted like snuff film photographers, blood from old wounds splattered on the wall, pick apart my enemy, unravelin' this gauze, so that means that I'm battlin' my flaws, at a loss for words, just shatterin' my jaw, beatin' myself up over and over, ironic that it burns more the colder the shoulder, surrounded by boulders, stared down by faces o' stone, the places I roam, they ain't even home, I hate what I know and strain to control as it's takin' its toll, plaguin' my dome while it's breakin' my soul, how do I escape from this hole, succumbin' to psychosis, and that's somethin' that I gotta cope with

(Chorus 1: Christopher Michael Jensen & Dem Atlas)
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis
Dem Atlas: Psychosis
Chris: Swarmin' around your head like locust
Dem Atlas: Like locust
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis
Dem Atlas: Psychosis
Chris: Why does everything feel so hopeless
Dem Atlas: So hopeless
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis
Dem Atlas: Psychosis
Chris: It's gettin' harder and harder to control this
Dem Atlas: Control this
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis, tryin' to regain focus

(Interlude: Dem Atlas & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Dem Atlas: I hate what I know
Chris: I hate what I know
Dem Atlas: I hate what I got
Chris: I hate what I got
Dem Atlas: I hate what I know
Chris: I hate what I know
Dem Atlas: I hate what I got
Chris: I hate what I got
Dem Atlas: I hate what I know
Chris: I hate what I know
Dem Atlas: I hate what I got
Chris: I hate what I got
Dem Atlas: I hate what I know
Chris: I hate what I know
Dem Atlas: I hate what I

(Verse 2: Dem Atlas)
Same problems (problems), but do a damn thing about 'em, ha haaaa, my biggest critic lives within my head, I do what he says, I move where he lands (eh-hey), and he demands ransom, he could be my father or I could be his damn son, and there is never a promise that's worth enough to keep, so I tuck it under the covers and let her sleep deep, don't look at me, I'm ugly, don't trust me, just love me or nobody (moorre), born and watchin' her bleed dry, you could never fathom what goes on between these eyes, but I walk like a soldier, and I thought that I told ya, I'm just waitin' for this apocalyptic vision to be over, but the day never comes, succumbin' and runnin', mutterin' sweet nothin's into my daughter's ear (aahhhhh), tellin' her she tellin' me there's nothin' to fear, I think she a liar, I think she is turnin' away, I want her to go, I want her to stay, and she can do whatever ever ever I say

(Chorus 1: Christopher Michael Jensen & Dem Atlas)
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis
Dem Atlas: Psychosis
Chris: Swarmin' around your head like locust
Dem Atlas: Like locust
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis
Dem Atlas: Psychosis
Chris: Why does everything feel so hopeless
Dem Atlas: So hopeless
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis
Dem Atlas: Psychosis
Chris: It's gettin' harder and harder to control this
Dem Atlas: Control this
Chris: Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis, tryin' to regain focus

(Chorus 2: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis, swarmin' around your head like locust, psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis, why does everything feel so hopeless, psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis, it's gettin' harder and harder to control this, psychosis, yeah, it's psychosis, tryin' to regain focus