This is the outro, I hope you like it I was gonna detail all the problems I've been writin' about But I decided that I'm quite the devout Purveyor of honesty I'll never quietly shout When there's truth to be held to Shoot, I'm a swell dude I could make myself a path through oaks and elms too If I use this strength as a blade or a chainsaw At the end of the day I'd still be broker than Adolf And I don't know the pay off, I'll calculate the profit Out the fakest profits as undoubtedly composite I don't lead religions, all these people are pigeons I'm an evil intent dismissing cathedral of wisdom On a nice streak recently, might speak decently If the times right, and a side street's equally As empty as my soul, enterin' the cold Findin' splinters in the center of my skull 'Cause my brain is not itself anymore I guess that's why I'm ignoring my problems My brain is not itself anymore And if they aren't there then I guess I can't solve them My brain is not itself anymore It's not a cry for help no no, it's an announcement My brain is not itself anymore My brain is not itself Sorry