| Song | Afterthoughts |
| Artist | Spock's Beard |
| Album | Brief Nocturnes And Dreamless Sleep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Voices ringing out | |
| Voices all about... | |
| They don’t think I thought this out | |
| And they all think I should just fall in line | |
| But that’s my plan to make them doubt | |
| Keep my intentions cryptic by design | |
| My ear pressed up against the wall | |
| The footsteps coming down the hall | |
| Is one more dosage all that I can take? | |
| The implants underneath my skin | |
| The altered state they keep me in | |
| But they can’t win if I just stay awake | |
| To keep them out I keep me in | |
| Cause they don’t get to hear the things I know | |
| While bats up in this belfry fly | |
| In circles cause they don’t know where to go | |
| Took me here and stripped me bare | |
| Gave me this lovely robe to wear | |
| And Tuesdays we get Jello if we’re good | |
| The doctor he seems dense to me | |
| His questions make no sense | |
| Cause he misunderstands I’m just misunderstood | |
| Voices ringing all about | |
| Thoughts they scream don’t let them out | |
| Thoughts they’re screaming out | |
| Voices ringing all about | |
| Thoughts they’re screaming out | |
| Voices they are finally coming down | |
| The voices like to scream and shout | |
| I think my thoughts are finally coming down | |
| They all say I’m crazy, I say ‘ha’ | |
| Just like a fox but with dementia | |
| By the way, on third thought, | |
| You shouldn’t open up that box that I sent ya | |
| The hatter tips his hat to me | |
| I’m madder than he’ll ever be | |
| At least that’s what they’d like me to believe | |
| A sedative won’t settle me | |
| It’s all one big conspiracy | |
| The message I begrudgingly receive |
| Voices ringing out | |
| Voices all about... | |
| They don' t think I thought this out | |
| And they all think I should just fall in line | |
| But that' s my plan to make them doubt | |
| Keep my intentions cryptic by design | |
| My ear pressed up against the wall | |
| The footsteps coming down the hall | |
| Is one more dosage all that I can take? | |
| The implants underneath my skin | |
| The altered state they keep me in | |
| But they can' t win if I just stay awake | |
| To keep them out I keep me in | |
| Cause they don' t get to hear the things I know | |
| While bats up in this belfry fly | |
| In circles cause they don' t know where to go | |
| Took me here and stripped me bare | |
| Gave me this lovely robe to wear | |
| And Tuesdays we get Jello if we' re good | |
| The doctor he seems dense to me | |
| His questions make no sense | |
| Cause he misunderstands I' m just misunderstood | |
| Voices ringing all about | |
| Thoughts they scream don' t let them out | |
| Thoughts they' re screaming out | |
| Voices ringing all about | |
| Thoughts they' re screaming out | |
| Voices they are finally coming down | |
| The voices like to scream and shout | |
| I think my thoughts are finally coming down | |
| They all say I' m crazy, I say ' ha' | |
| Just like a fox but with dementia | |
| By the way, on third thought, | |
| You shouldn' t open up that box that I sent ya | |
| The hatter tips his hat to me | |
| I' m madder than he' ll ever be | |
| At least that' s what they' d like me to believe | |
| A sedative won' t settle me | |
| It' s all one big conspiracy | |
| The message I begrudgingly receive |
| Voices ringing out | |
| Voices all about... | |
| They don' t think I thought this out | |
| And they all think I should just fall in line | |
| But that' s my plan to make them doubt | |
| Keep my intentions cryptic by design | |
| My ear pressed up against the wall | |
| The footsteps coming down the hall | |
| Is one more dosage all that I can take? | |
| The implants underneath my skin | |
| The altered state they keep me in | |
| But they can' t win if I just stay awake | |
| To keep them out I keep me in | |
| Cause they don' t get to hear the things I know | |
| While bats up in this belfry fly | |
| In circles cause they don' t know where to go | |
| Took me here and stripped me bare | |
| Gave me this lovely robe to wear | |
| And Tuesdays we get Jello if we' re good | |
| The doctor he seems dense to me | |
| His questions make no sense | |
| Cause he misunderstands I' m just misunderstood | |
| Voices ringing all about | |
| Thoughts they scream don' t let them out | |
| Thoughts they' re screaming out | |
| Voices ringing all about | |
| Thoughts they' re screaming out | |
| Voices they are finally coming down | |
| The voices like to scream and shout | |
| I think my thoughts are finally coming down | |
| They all say I' m crazy, I say ' ha' | |
| Just like a fox but with dementia | |
| By the way, on third thought, | |
| You shouldn' t open up that box that I sent ya | |
| The hatter tips his hat to me | |
| I' m madder than he' ll ever be | |
| At least that' s what they' d like me to believe | |
| A sedative won' t settle me | |
| It' s all one big conspiracy | |
| The message I begrudgingly receive |