There is a manic presences in my head The maniac lurking in this cuckoos nest You'd think by now we'd be acquainted But when it starts creeping in I begin to fade again
*There is a sane shadow with me here The string puller; The puppeteer You'd think by now we'd be integrated But when it finally reappears I vanish into thin air
Embrace every part of yourself.Β Β Don't compartmentalize.