I Am Who I Think You Think I Am

My throat's grown hair, when I try to speak
A hundred years with opinions that wave
My throat's grown arms and legs that punch and kick
I've grown so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad

It's grown so sad, sad
I've grown so sad, sad

I let a scream to break it apart
Its head, you pull it off with bite marks
The map makers, their march ensues
While all that's left is ridicule
Its skin, it burns with itching thoughts
My tongue, it folds, it starts to rot

I've grown so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad
It's grown so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad

Accelerator, it won't let me breathe!
I throw a fork down there but it just comes up all bent out of shape!
It won't stop coming out, it won't let me be
Accelerator, accelerator

The search for worth and its cult
Comes around to set you free
Of all you know and all you need, its worst
Gives you all its vaccine fees, gets worse
Computer screens, their blinding lights
The past won't matter with your hand in the jar of right

It's grown so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad
I've grown so sad, sad, sad, sad, sad

Accelerator, it won't let me breathe!
I throw a fork down there but it just comes up all bent out of shape!
It won't stop coming out, it won't let me be
Accelerator, accelerator

Accelerator!
Accelerator!
Accelerator! Aaaaaaaah!