The Torture box
The voices tell me I’m dead
My mind does not reply
All I hear is this that and the other guy
How the hell am I to get by
I must reach for the sky
But it’s pitch black
Is my mind in tact?
I felt my skull crack
Am I damned or special
How will I ever reach my potential
Or is it essential to have some screws loose
And drink the booze juice
Do I fight or do I flight
Will I ever know what’s right
What’s manipulation and what’s agitation
Is it the voices or me
I see no future
I see no present
Don’t befriend me if your hesitant
Cause I am weird
I am scary
The voices tell Me all the weight to carry
Is it a mystical blessing like a fairy
Or am I just lame and hairy
So many questions that scare me
I remain weary to what’s real and what’s not
I pray for my brain to be released. from the torture box
