my fourth day at my new living place

i have my own space

got a really big place

where no one says

turn the volume down

and i have yet to show this town

what my speakers can do

how loud you turn the volume is up to you,

Isak

i know, i know all to well

well this place is not the insane asylum i was hoping for

with the psychiatry still need to settle the score

there is some stress and rotten apples

i like the movie pineapple express

but i still don't think i will be watching many movies

my A.D.D. is the cause of all worries

so why won't they give me medicine for it

they give all kind of reasons to hoard

it away

so no A.D.D. medicine no movies

and I got music, i got music allright

there won't be any neighbors to put up a fight

the houses are spread out

but as i mentioned the stereo, does, go loud

so change, no change

i prefer no change

introvert

and finding back to myself

maybe here

and my eyes look destroyed

people like stare

you don't feel too good?

well you won't give you medicine for it

and your writing we are going to bore it

we don't give a shit a word you say

you are the cause of all our dismay

on the contrary, you are, the one, fucking, with my head

and i would like to be dead

right now, granted i have rock-hard belief in god(s)

so it is like cheating

there won't be any Ect rods

I have warned them about this, so in the after-life

i will be leading, a better existence

therefore saying I want to die

Doesn't carry the same weight as if a svensson said it

you are hanging along you read it

problem is the bureaucrats don't give a shit

and of course they say they do

they got me down-doped

just as they want it

give me a rope so I can hang myself

they don't want that

they want torture

this creature shall die in torture