Sitting on the soft floor surrounded by white
Hugging your self wither you want to or not
The light is so very, very bright
In your head your screaming stop

Because they're buzzing so loud
And it's the only **** sound
But the voices in your head are starting to crowd
In your brain they are circling and twirling around

How did I end up here
I don't remeber a thing
There is nothing at all that is clear
Did I finally snap, that one final little string

Oh those ******* lights won't they stop
My voices yell in unison, it's causing them pain
That buzzing is gonna make me blow my top
If it don't stop, the buzzing will dive them insane

And if they go nutty what will happen to me
**** it's been hours, or has it been minutes
I'm not sure, seconds it might be
I'm being pushed past my limits

Still, tho I can't see a clock
I can feel time ticking by
Or maybe it's not
I would know if I could see the sky

But that is impossible so I just rock and I sway
The buzzing has now become my back beat
I know it's been years now, or maybe just days
I can't tell this room is dripping with deceit

I know when they open that door
Drowned in my own drool
Right there on the floor
Just another crazy fool

There is a fly that keeps buzzing around my head
At first I just sit back and watch
But he gets more annoying as I'm trying to get myself feed
In fact this **** fly takes it up a notch
Now his circling down by my mouth, I almost ate him
Around and around, how does he not get dizzy
I have a feeling this is just the nights prelim
Won't this fly show me some pity
I'm beginning to feel like I have my own satellite
I can hear the buzz of his wings everytime he goes by
I'll find that swatter, it's going to the after life
For now that buzzing makes me want to get high

Sitting on the soft floor surrounded by white
Hugging your self wither you want to or not
The light is so very, very bright
In your head your screaming stop

Because they're buzzing so loud
And it's the only **** sound
But the voices in your head are starting to crowd
In your brain they are circling and twirling around

How did I end up here
I don't remeber a thing
There is nothing at all that is clear
Did I finally snap, that one final little string

Oh those ******* lights won't they stop
My voices yell in unison, it's causing them pain
That buzzing is gonna make me blow my top
If it don't stop soon it'll dive them insane

And if the voices go nutty what will happen to me
**** it's been hours, or has it been minutes
I'm not sure, seconds it might be
I'm being pushed past my limits

Still, tho I can't see a clock
I can feel time ticking by
Or maybe it's not
I would know if I could see the sky

But that is impossible so I just rock and I sway
The buzzing has now become my back beat
I know it's been years now, or maybe just days
I can't tell this room is dripping with deceit

I know when they open that door
Drowned in my own drool
Right there on the floor
Just another crazy fool

Buzzzzzzzzz
                       *they come here for the flowers to get some juice
                         A man hiding in the bushes as
                                scaring from the bees
                           Buzzing in ears,  
                               Buzzzzzzzzzzz
                       As they fly by the garden
                        windmill hide them in the bushes
                                           As they,
                           buzzing with energy all around me

Some folks seem diminished by their sobriety
They are only free to be what they will be
When they are rocking an alcoholic buzz

Two to ten shots and the tension disappears

The clouded confusion of human consciousness

The self-control that confines them
Behind an illusionary mask made up of society’s expectation
Seems to find itself in the process of evaporation

The patience they practice daily fades

Their motor and verbal skills become equally lacking

So that the primal beast beneath blinks and breaths
Finally free to come out to play in its’ own clumsy way

But with the morning toilet commune
The victorious vomiting return
The mask slides back on
The fun guy is gone
And it’s back to business as usual

There was a small fly who flew in my ear,
All cosy and warm, with nothing to fear.
A harmless existence, though short on sun,
He beat his wings against my ear drum.
''Its in my ear!!'', I cried in shock,
Whilst those stood round began to mock.
ENOUGH of THIS, my new, near neighbour!
(The car key was ******,
in pain I cussed. . .)
But calm was restored with my makeshift sabre :)