[Verse]
  I should write a report
  on why we change day to day
  with hours and hours of research
  and humans locked up in a cage
    then tally the data
  with the results inconclusive
  damnit I ve been at this one for years
  and still no answer
    [Chorus]
  put under a microscope
  by my own free will
    take my own blood samples
  look for imbalanced chemicals
    cat scan for holes in my brain
  and pulse rate my heart
    [Verse 2]
  but there is one last concern
  it seems I may drive them away
  friends and family always running from me these days
    I ask myself, like any analysist would
  "Chris how do you always manage to fuck up
  every last thing you have that is good"
    [Chorus]