What is worse than a dripping tap?
Laying here, head full of crap...
There's a war going on
inside of me...
And we shall dance
along the hypnotic...
I grow wary of quack leaders
whose only contribution...
Everything you ever had told me
was a lie...
In the garden there's a snake in a compartment,
a compartment that is darker than a cavern...
My bed time has some best friends,
and with my demons they've come to blend...
I beg you oh dear
schizophrenia, spare me...
It was you,
my blues...
I sit and silently watch your mistakes, your...
I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...
Agony is a doll across the room.
She rests in a bed of pain...