Psychotic and lonely
Fighting through it all
Rip myself so cleanly
I'm always left to bawl

The voices grow louder
My control loses grip
Through life I wander
Occasionally I trip

Crazy as I can be
Some still remain close
Form the base of my tree
Where life places crows

Can't you see I'm a friend?
I've been here through it all?
Are you making a knife descend?
My life ends as you maul...