Your dazed and confused
Far to easily amused
Your world is dark and dim
Your mind is dull and dense
Every muscle in your body is tense
You've tried to subside
But still you stand stupified
Your brain is layers of rotten sediment
Even the voice inside your head
Has a speech inpediment
No one feels your pain
You're goin insane
Every cut closer to the vein
Sanity you can't maintain
You've lost your guilt
But kept your shame
Yet it's forgotten
Over a bottle of whiskey
The bliss suddenly recedes
You cut yourself
Just to see how much it bleeds
You're pyschotic indeed
Hopped up on speed
Relaxed on weed
Suddenly your angry
Wish you were dead
Now pissed at others instead
How nice it would be
How wonderful to see
To crack open a human head
Slice it like a loaf of bread
Damn that bled
Wait - what are you saying
Your thoughts are swaying
How could you think that
Go on, get that bat
Bash your brains in
You're guilty as sin
Antichrist
Angel of Death
Evil twin
You wish to turn to heroine
Marks by your elbow.
Well now you feel the effects
Shifted stimulation
Deined self gratifaction
Hallucinagins
Manifestaions
Even vitamins
Won't heal a broken heart
You knew it was wrong
Right from the start
But you played the part
Your heart breaks
But still you get the glue
Cause both Heaven and Hell
Remind you of you
Oh what should you do
Be you?
And subdue to the untrue
You ask for forgiveness
But they see right through you
Like a ghost
An artifical host
So give it up
Make a toast
Afterall, out of everything you lost
You miss your mind the most
You've traveled the world
And the seven seas
Blown by the breeze
You've been violated
Sedated
Hated
Desacrated
Complicated
You just need help
To get away from yourself
You drained your wealth
Wasted your health
What the f*ck is wrong in your head
You wish you were dead
That's right
Six feet under
You sit back and wonder
How great it will be
The bells of Heaven will ring
The birds will sing
Now people realize
You were worth something
But wait
It's time for your confession
The cause of your depression
No suicide ends without a note
Now lay back and think of what you wrote...
Only you didn't write
You're out of mind
And out of sight
The others were right
And all you hear it sound stupid
Your just a banished skitzo
There is no knife
You have no life
You can never end it all
This is only what you think of
Up against this padded wall
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