Show Me the Blueprints.

I wanna get this done right
 So show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Show me all the blueprints
 Suffer cerebral
 A slave to absurd vexing routine
 The chains of dense grey matter
 Constrain a rationale
 Pleading to be set free
 A ritualistic scourge upon the psyche
 The superstitions and tics
 An insidious nuisance
 A plague of compulsions
 That feed on the need for control
 My right brain is telling me there's no salvation
 In counting the numbers of steps that I take
 Or in blinking at fives at the people I love
 I'm completely aware of the fact I am not
 In control of what happens
 But I can't shake these habits
 It's driving me batshit
 Please queue the casket
 What keeps me insistent
 These tics keep us safe
 Is it some vague solipsistic?
 Unease in my brain
 One that feeds on my logic
 Until I just can't refrain
 From repeating some task often odd and inane
 I'm a slave to these cycles my psyche is sick
 When I know it's nonsensical
 Why can't I quit?
 I'm at a loss
 The repetition is grinding me down
 Appeasing compulsions
 Day in and day out such a chore
 But if I fail to comply
 That incomplete ritual
 Gnaws at the back of my mind
 Until I'm just beside myself
 And it's impossible
 To focus on anything else
 I try to hide it
 Because I'm embarrassed and fear
 The disorder could seize all control
 Suffer cerebral
 A slave to absurd vexing routine
 The chains of dense grey matter
 Constrain a rationale
 Pleading to be set free
 A ritualistic scourge upon the psyche
 The superstitions and tics
 An insidious nuisance
 It feeds on the need for control