Schizophrenia schitzophrenia
You are a schitzo schitzo schitzo dude
You are a bit mental
And you have no brains mate
You are a schitzo dude oh yeah
You need to beg to have a better life
But personally you could run into strife
It is a desease that can make
Me feel sorry for them
Some people can be better people on their own
But schizophrenics have to have their meds to be better
And I feel really sorry for them
Because it can be a struggle really mate it is
The rich calls them schitzos
Big schitzos as they are having problems yeah
Because most of the time
When they were kids
They were as normal as pie
But overall most schitzos
Fall apart at 20
And that is a mighty real shame
When I was a kid I played basketball
I was in the school concert
I watched the footy with mates
And I was a bowler too
And then I fell apart
Like getting in trouble with the law
And my head was trying to push me down like people started to tease me
My mates didn’t want me around
I had to hang around in the city
And at the mall
I just needed a mate to hang with
But I was a schitzo
I went back to bowling
Playing better than as a child
Making me feel great oh yeah
But in other ways I was learning
More about mental health
In the wrong way
I was getting dillusions
Which made me do what I didn’t want to do
And sometimes I can’t get my youth back
I needed to grow up
And get my mind out of the gutter
And move on to being the best version of myself
But all the jobs I want are impossible for me to get because I am a schitzo
I want to make a difference
I want to come out of my shell
I am certainly not shy
The word the cosmos gives me
If I want to move on is a ****** schitzo
Everything is moving away from me
And my past is coming back to haunt me
I don’t want to be a schitzo I want to be the best version of myself
I want to be a warrior in my life
It is better than being a negative schitzo
Please I need to see people
Act like I am a changed man
No mored dillusions for me mate
No more dillusions ever
Call me cool getting the better of my illness

If I was rational
I would not be here
I would be decaying in the ground
Limbs being devoured one by one

That is what I truly crave…
Deep down inside of my so-called existence
My existence has plagued me
And showed me what I am

I cannot decide when I leave
So, to cope in this hell
I convince myself that
I have a friend in the sky

That cares for my soul
As I am incapable
A quick, egotistical thought

Only a fool could believe in
Such benevolence
Up in the dear sky

Innocent infants tortured
“Schitzos” as test subjects
Slavery created by us

But oh, we are so deserving
Look at what you are from
Are you proud?

When the day of judgment comes
Tell me, were you worthy?

But don’t fret
We all did it