QUATTROTEQUE & ishoom - Get out of My Head

Is a costume I wear — get out of my head
The rage keeps chewing through the seams — get out of my head
One voice says love them, one says leave them for dead — get out of my head
I’m shadowboxing in my sheets at 3 AM — get out of my head

You smile at me but I hear what you really said — get out of my head
I’ll burn the bridge or build it back instead — get out of my head
Two names on one mailbox, fused by dread — get out of my head
Pick a side or I’ll split apart instead — get out of my head

Look, I’m a flicker in a filament, delirium’s equivalent
Delivering a million little syllables of sentiment
I pivot in predicament, the etiquette is militant
I’m split and then I’m intimate, then insolent

Voice one’s innocent, whispering сare
Share, repair, be fair, prepare
Voice two’s belligerent, say it right there
Tear air, bare glare, don’t spare, don’t care

Hyperventilating in a ventilated venue where the menu
Is opinions I’ve been choking on and then you
Ask me if I’m fine, and I’m nodding like I meant to
But my cortex does a vortex, thoughts spin through

I’ve been over-nice, over-spiced, sugarcoat device
Underpriced honesty, sacrifice twice
Now the other me’s upping the voltage
Cold-edge truth, no polish, no dosage

Tell them go to hell if they weaponize your grace
Name the manipulation right in front of their face
But then the softer signal taps the glass inside my chest
Maybe they’re bleeding too—leave a margin for their mess

And I’m back in the bind, tugged tight by a thread
Halo and pitchfork both renting my head
And I’m back in the bind, tugged tight by a thread
Halo and pitchfork both renting my head

Be nice, be real, be quiet, reveal
Hold on, let go, two wolves, one soul
Get out, out of my head
Get out, out of my head

Is a costume I wear — get out of my head
The rage keeps chewing through the seams — get out of my head
One voice says love them, one says leave them for dead — get out of my head
I’m shadowboxing in my sheets at 3 AM — get out of my head

You smile at me but I hear what you really said — get out of my head
I’ll burn the bridge or build it back instead — get out of my head
Two names on one mailbox, fused by dread — get out of my head
Pick a side or I’ll split apart instead — get out of my head