I gave a name to the sickness inside
jerm
Then I became it, lived in that prison of mine
Learned
To escape it I’d need to face it in time
jerm
put on a brave face, he’d written some rhymes
about the pain that we’d been carrying
the shame that we’d been burying
the same old plain clothes drained soul
we’d been wearing thin
From page to stage he bared my steeped heart
He stole some stencil letters and made some street art
He examined the damage I was stranded in sandwiched
Had the courage to stand in it, to manage and bandage it
Undiagnosed and high with a low supply of hope
he said the things I couldn’t and they listened when he spoke
He got us out of bed when depression clouds approached
Opened up about molestation, a place that I couldn’t go
Instead of tying nooses with plans to abandon you folks
he taught me how to climb at the end of my rope
My hero jerm was but a sickness at most
There’s no division or split though so listen up close
I’m the host personality learning to cope
Autopsy of an alter ego jerm is a ghost

Autopsy of an alter ego
Autopsy of my alter ego
Autopsy of an alter ego
Autopsy of my alter ego

I killed him off then opened him up
like Scalpel! I’m removing his don’t give a fuck
his anxieties and belief that there’s no one to trust
I filled him up with colours and love then sewed him shut
A spirit rose from his corpse and it scared me
As fear approached I felt fortunate and free
Spiritual, As his ghost re-entered Jeremy
Here we go, this is my moment of clarity
I have awakened but this morgue is maze
Feeling Frankenstein-ish but I’m forging my way
jerm is dead and Jeremiahs going on stage
The future is a blank page, I rewrote the play
The autopsy report states the alter ego’s corpse
time of death was recorded but its not present on the form
Asphyxia and gunshot wounds listed as cause of death
and a little box beside the word suicide is checked
But I did it, the monster’s the mad scientist
Now I’m living, I’m finished with my assignment 
Jeremiah’s standing over jerm’s corpse rhyming
The autopsy’s complete, I am free of that virus

Autopsy of an alter ego
Autopsy of my alter ego
Autopsy of an alter ego
Autopsy of my alter ego
Autopsy of an alter ego
Autopsy of my alter ego
Autopsy of an alter ego
Autopsy of my alter ego