They're Coming For You...a humorous look at mental illness

when you only see black
like you live in a sack
and you just can’t get on track
they’re coming for you

when your mind’s all on fire
and you’re choking on wire
getting higher and higher
they’re coming for you

when your brain’s in a haze
and you stare for days and days
unblinking at the sun’s rays
they’re coming for you

when your TV talks to you
cos there is nothing else to do
and your mind’s turning to glue
they’re coming for you

when you cut into your skin
with a sharp knife or a pin
and you’re getting mighty thin
they’re coming for you

when you’re lying on the floor
with your back against the door
and your hand’s become a claw
they’re coming for you

when your flesh begins to creep
and it’s impossible to sleep
and all you do is weep
they’re coming for you

when you dribble on your chin
and you wear a sickly grin
when they knock and no-one’s in
they’re coming for you

when you stare into the glass
and see goblins walking past
and fat trolls in the trash
they’re coming for you

when you give up soap and water
so you smell like Satan’s daughter
or the dreaded House of Slaughter
they’re coming for you

when there’s nothing left to eat
and insects are your meat
and your toilet is a sheet
they’re coming for you

when your apartment is alive
and rats and roaches thrive
you’re not going to survive, cos
they’re coming for you

when the voices start to chatter
and black elves from the gutter
gather round and mutter
they’re coming for you

when you feel the need to pray
to the King of Decay
who lives in your ashtray
they’re coming for you

when you cut into your chest
because you’re so depressed
and completely possessed
THEY’RE COMING FOR YOU