Ive come to an injunction
I can hardly see straight my body is suffering a malfunction
Maybe something happened with the doctoral construction
Or maybe he misread his doctoral instructions
Giving me another mans brain some how messed with my production
Maybe Charles Mansons thoughts are currupting me with destruction
My thoughts were faulty but his are a complete obstruction
From this brain transplant Ive learned of unsolved abductions
His powerful ways of seduction
Now every thing he once was is put upon me with a feeling of currupion
Emotions twisting me around massacres it has become an emotional eruption
I try being calm an stick to what I know is right but Im losing my suction
It was a November night when I felt the urge ripping at my skin
The pain was unbearable the feeling was eating me from within
I had no choice or control over what was about to happen
I woke up the next morning with no idea where I had been
My clothes were damp from the night before
I cant remember what happened 6 hours ago anymore
I take off my shirt an I see scratch marks
Like someone had been clawing at me
Did I really do what I think I did then I begun clapping
The real me is back the Charles Began laughing
To Be Continued...........
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