Split

Voices in the brain
Whisper things I should not do
No one can help you

I am not on meds
A psychopath is released
A mind has been split

Split mind is a gift
A gift that I will not waste
The voice is my friend

Enter the Asylum
The hugme suits await me
I HATE Geodon

The meds do not work
In padded rooms screams are heard
There is no escape

He listens, he knows
He whispers dark instructions
Be one with the voice

Who is real or not
Without a sound he appears
Who is real or not

Could Vincent be real
Am I he or am I me
Maybe we are us

Hallucinations
They plague my eyes and my ears
Vincent is with me

What is real or not
Paranoid reality
What is real or not

Can't take it much more
One shot and the walls are red
No turning back now

Sleep well in the dirt
The terror of life is gone
Death is a reprieve

That is my story
I have got no more to tell
Welcome to my hell