Spatial Awareness

My brain is telling lies,
to my ears and my eyes.

I hear voices that whisper such devilish songs,
telling unknown truths just to drag me along.
My hunger for knowledge is my original sin,
and I know it's not long 'til the judgements begin.

My brain is talking bullshit,
waiting impatiently for another hit.

I smell fire in the bathroom,
I see children on the wall.
I hear birds inside my dresser,
and I pray that soon I will get better.

There is nothing I can say,
to take them all away.
And there is nothing I can do,
except try to talk to you.

My brain is talking perfect sense,
it knows my heart is feeling tense.
It wraps that muscle in silvery tape,
because it knows I can't handle emotional rape.