Onlyone:
I just can't stop hitting myself
I'm part White, part Native, no wonder I conflict with myself
That pretty little thing is looking at me, I should ignore it
But I have me one more drink and I'll leave in the morning
Feeling caught up in between the love and war in my head
Like good and evil are playing tug of war in my head
I shoulda brought this junkie back
It'd make her parents happy
Plus there's a monkey on her back
And it won't stop staring at me

Mo-b:
At ease soldier, soldier sold as sultans overseas
Luckily we're a team by self-fulfilling prophecies
We'll terminate your [...]
Rightfully we hide from these ironies to find reprieve
See, I had a revelation in combat boots
The second coming's coming to contact you
'til we're seeing more crosses than contact to
Yo, I got news, everyone's got nukes, we'll bomb that too
Just to keep it biblical
The flow's more spiritual than conflicts in Israel

Chorus (Onlyone):
I got a bogeyman under my bed (it's a Sandman)
Monsters in the closet, but the closet's my head
I got a problem crawling under my skin (hopeless)
Pipe dreams and we done already smoked up the rest

Sapient:
Why are there so many weirdos that roam my local streets?
The local folks act like that's how many there's supposed to be
But it isn't, my system for what's telling weird and normal's twisted
Distorted past my fears' and hormones' limit
Some are lost in a hell, live for the watches they sell
Eyes closed, they talk to themselves, or see someone that
I don't
People would appear less weird like that
If they were evil experiments from a nearby lab

Simple:
It wouldn't be normal if I left all my lights on to sleep
I've been afraid of getting locked in the fridge since I was three
Or flushed in the toilet where alligators live in the drain
Ideas paralysed and wear on my decisions I made
Afraid of the dark, 'cause maybe there's a snake or shark
Beware of Sandpeople, we control the rate of your heart
It's not a nightmare, so don't bother pinching your cheek
Just never try to venture to sleep

Chorus
X2

Gold:
Swallow my tongue in my sleep so I can taste my emotions
And I haven't slept all week, kept up by my lonesome
There's a ghost in a shell [...] that's got me pacing back and forth
Through these squeaky floors, peeking through the peephole
On my front door for evil, either or
It's the loud noises that put my senses in the red
And due to a recent consensus
A certain something's been missing from the voices in my head
Malnourished nervous wreck, cursed and blessed
And right above my bed is where the redrum curse
have bled for months on end

Chorus
It's a Sandman... (hopeless)

Child singing'
I'm hiding, I'm hiding
I'm hiding away from you
Don't see me, don't find me
You'll be sorry if you do!
Boo!