you shout and no one hears
you yell and no one cares

in the mind this is done at the point of break
everyone else is a fake

betrayal feasts on your soul
get revenge before you get too old

ain't no ect or pill to get rid of the wreckage
when you sort out wise as a sage

pain does make you stronger
and also weaker

were you a tweaker
a stoner

you didn't bone her
her sisted showed you

to the door
life's game you don't want to play any more

turn to buddhism and all that good stuff
live in the now and always have enough

then you got to keep up with the jones's
the same rat race

you are faced in it anyways
the past a haze

not much of the future
you still look to soothe her

when your heart and soul is screaming for help
the therapy you do yourself

the biggest joke on earth psychiatry
and you realize your mother lied to you

your father was harsh
mother over-protective

you rather die than live
   say I found god

no one acknowledges with a nod
disspelled as a loony tune

you in the room
staring at the stereo or the wall

happy when I wasn't this tall
mind free to roam

inside outside won't leave me alone
where is my tomb

heaven has room
you eye the building

people sell things
one jump all it takes

the damn security precautions won't break
depression anxiety is current

body never in a hurry
the asphalt my head to bury

inside outside won't leave me alone
wherever i'll be like sitting on a throne