Splin - Get outta my head

Outta my head! and headlong into the dark
mid-show,
through the crowds and past the security into the park
to stand for a bit on a bridge over water

Outta my head! I am already out of my mind-
pictures and things thrown out and about
destroying the evidence
trashing the disks, dumping the memories

Outta my head! Your newest boytoy has cracked
all the passwords and mailboxes and safes,
he read all my letters to you? - get outta here!
what the f**k? what the f**k?

Outta my head! barefoot, head-over-heels,
with your baggage, without the baggage
travelling light and far, before-
I steamroll right over you.

Get outta my head - on a broom over Moscow
through adversity to the stars,
with an "S" in a perfect triangle
showing through the car's rear glass.

Outta my head! disconnecting the phone,
scrambling the cards, upsetting the chessboard
crash through the gates
leaving bridges burning behind.

Outta my head! a plain closes into a sphere
a firecracker is weeping candlewax tears
Bach's music over Bosch's canvasses
a brain splits into the two hemispheres.

Day and night this repeating phrase:
"Get out of my head, post-haste!"
and take my thoughts about you with you,
that God doesn't think we're too hung up on this here.