Missin' Pieces

Which one of my lines will be your final epitaph

Got enough for a thousand graves I've already done the math

Similes and metaphors or do you you want an autograph

I need a pen and a volunteer, someone I can saw in half

So I can use your blood as ink, "this magician needs a shrink"

A musician on the brink of losing his last link

See his disconnected brain, he still insists he's sane

Let me pick my nickname, you call me sick and insane

As many as 6 different personalities

Each with at least three abnormalities

And one of em' is going through an identity crisis

He's usually the nicest, now he wants to join isis