Psych Out

I remember how it started I was really broken hearted when we departed it was a fight I didn't start it but had to finish it because I'm a artist somewhat of a professional perfectionist like a grammar teacher I'm correcting this rumor that has spiraled out of control like a forest fire the one who struck the match is a liar sick and tired of scooping up ashes feels like I been cremated & back again as if I went with a broken heart now I been born again if you wanna know the story ask the pen it's gone take time to seep in like a prick in the skin it's some good medicine then lights out don't blame it on  Edison the world's on wheels made of steel going somewhere faster than love last like the soultrain it's gone be a stone gas oh, by the way it's gone be a test in class today