The last time things went this way
My brain was set to flames
I screamed, but nobody heard
Not even me, the wails went underneath

I can spot the patterns, and I stay quiet, in awe
Everything looked perfect: it was rotten though

But things do not repeat themselves like a broken record does
The clique, the clique and drinks
And strange thoughts and changes at home
My sick visionary mind catches all
Disturbing presence, uncanny feeling
in the guts
All of it true, but...

Things are not the same now
But there is an imperceptible sound
A reaction in the blood
A world to lose

The same death
The same purgatory
The same hell
All concentrated in but one second

The last time I underwent this
I nearly died
It's up to me to decide
or not
but I'll try