Itch

I've got an itch
In the front of my brain
It hurts like hell
But I must not complain
I've got some words
That I cannot write down
Can't open my mouth
For fear of spitting them out

And this feeling in my brain
Makes me twitch and go insane
And I'm wasting all this time
Just not scratching the itch in my mind

Heretics
For my bones
My hands are red
With the blood of my future clones
Half-written letters
Conversations I've dreamed
I leave hang-up tones
On your answering machine

And this feeling in my brain
Makes me twitch and go insane
And I'm wasting all this time
Just not scratching the itch in my mind

Let it out.