Rorschach

Tell me, tell me, tell me what you see.
Do these ink blots tell you secrets?
Tell me, tell me, tell me now.
Happy, happy pills and rainbows in your hair,
in the toilet bowl, in your eyes.

Yes, you're so damn crazy.
I gotta prescribe you these meds.
No, I'm not a real doctor,
but oh, oh, no one has to know.
No, no, no one has to know.

Black and gray and white p-p-paper,
Tell me what you see.
Oh, love, don't stare at it too long
Or you might go blind on me.

Oh, you might go blind on me.

No, you ain't a superhero,
and no you ain't a CEO.
No, no, God no, you don't have powers.
You're just another inmate, oh,
you're just another goddamn inmate.

Tell me, tell me, tell me what you see.
Do these ink blots make you surprised?
Tell me now, oh, tell me now.
These little blue pills will calm you down.

Believe me, I'm a not-doctor.
And you, the not-ghost.

These Rorschach blots of black, black ink,
they'll make you feel so sick.
Nausea, vertigo, feelings of despair.
“Don't go just yet,” you say, “oh please, don't go just yet.”

Okay.

Tell me, tell me, tell me what you see.
Do these ink blots make you wanna cry?
Tell me now, tell me, tell me, tell me now!
Or damnit, you'll go blind.

Or damnit, you'll inevitably die.
No, you can't be saved, you crazy not-ghost.
No, you can't be saved.