murray royal hospital...( Fletcher Memorial)
Thought i was physically healthy. Yeah...just forgot to keep my brain. Intact.
.Visions voices from god knows where, thought i was dying deep from within.
I let loose my skeletons with the keys of past lives that hung around my neck
Thinking i can deal with them all at once.
One at a time skeletons came , nowhere to go , infested my cells in my head. With no warning, with no care at all , visions of swastikas on the wall.
To paranoid to go out, dont even answer the phone. The dogs lookin me weird, better stop chewing his bone. Ha!
Mail is just a heap , looking all alone, final reminders. Bill demands for cash all the time, cant get blood from a stone. Eventually i say.." Fuck it all " im off to the nut house gonna have me a ball.