Get silence in your head
And then set the voices free
Live in permanent despair
Misery is too happy
Submit to solitute
And then listen to your minds
It's a one-way holiday
Sanity is left behind
Death is catching up
With the voices in your head
You'll be sorry when they're gone
Then you'll know you're really dead
They don't like to talk to ghosts...
Meditate
Sit and wait to be born again.

Go into the city to hide from the crowds
Escape from the silence; its much much too loud.
Bury your soul in a graveyard of cares
Try not to flinch from the hate in their stares.
You feel you could die, and no-one would know
'Caus you're just an outcast with no place to go.
It's right that you hate that small voice in your brain,
See, that's why you ******* up again and again.
You've ruined your future; what would Mummy say?
It's your mind which they'll judge when it's Judgement Day
Don't wait till then; it's time to die now
Do you think you'll be missed?
You doubt it somehow.

What if this were my final chance to say goodbye?
Awake one morning to find myself a fugitive,
Feeling bad because this is the end.
Would the words give you peace of mind? Small
And fragile as they run across the page
As if straining towards an invisible goal
They are powerless to change themselves
Lost in themselves, condemned from birth
Here they stand: I LOVE YOU
But as you rush to find me
I am still gone
The room is cold; the curtain, crooked.

To the tune of "Air" by JS Bach*

Bees
Buzz and zoom around all day
In the trees
They make honey and they see
The magic in the clear blue sky
As they fly
Free from all worries and all troubles
Quite unlike you and me

We
Should learn something from the bees
They are right
They have learnt they shouldn't do
The many things they cannot do
And they fly
Free from all worry and all trouble
Quite unlike you and me

We
All think that we're alright
Out of spite
For can't you see
The little yellow bumble bee
Though small
Walks tall
His mind is where all of our minds want to be

But
We won't get there
If we run around all day
If we're blind
It is true
Really true
We'll get through
Me and you
If we're like the bumble bee
Us, you and me
The humble bee
For it is through the need and want of nothing that we truly have it all