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!