Bubble Reputation Songtext

I dreamt late last the night, I was schizophrenic.
Then waking I found that to be 80% true.

20% of the time spent was the grasp of anxiety.
Why does ending clash with mending?
Stiff from questions, answer less ones.
So much grey skin, not quite dust bin,
with the clench that I am in.

Damn you solicitude, quit your knock on my door with the brassy knob turn.