What’s it like to be me?
To see the violent images I see,
To believe the voice that she speak
To three roll slowly upon me
The psychotic syndrome
What would you do if you were me?
To be, to see, believe, perceive,
The neurotic things that haunt me
Silently, inside he, a movie made violently
To be high on LSD, or to contract a VD
Would be too easy, now to see thee, my history
To have the symptom, the psychotic syndrome,
Would scare you, little girl, go in and run home,
From my lips the white bubbles would foam,
Meticulously, my hair on my dome that I now comb,
I wish to hear out to show my feeling,
I want to break loose and hit the ceiling,
The vision of death doesn’t fear me,
You got used to it, everyday it’s what I see
Then the burden of a thousand more souls,
Makes me ever more cold, and tears my heart new holes
To express the pain is to show no control
Of my self, the experiences take their toll
Upon me, driving me insane, alone I would be
If I were to let it be totally free,
So bundled up this psychotic syndrome
Inside me, that’s now its new home…