Schizophrenia

Schizophrenia is a long walk

down a short street...

and that's just the first line

of a long story...

voyagers on their own... seperate...

indifferent...

breaking the lord's arteries in vain...

making his wine bleed... and all that...

hey, maybe Seymour liked getting greased

beneath the virgin Mary?

Listen: a spurn got into your mother's moon...

and you just slid from her pit!

you can't be bitter about it

its in the damn gospels:

devils get into our relaxing... and fit

don't ever over~estimate the power of

humility

I dropped it like a bad habit

I danced on my back through school

they threw flowers over me... it felt like rain

and then they were gone

you look just like a little eraser anyway

when you're born

these doctors wouldn't know if you woke up

dead in utopia before its all over

like~minds think its great

those devils are working miracles

I'm alert.

but I am sedative to implications

childhood shoes never fit my vindictive behavior

they say: your premonitions of doom

are groundless

can we really communicate with the dead?

can we really communicate with the dead

at the Slaughtered Lamb?

I don't have much blood!

I didn't like that rubber cement I ate the other

day

I’m an amoral militant

I don’t dance

when I want to shake it up

I have a seizure

so shake the walls with drums!

screw the house to the sky!

your body breaks and grows weak...

you must learn to fly in your nightmares

to a place where pain reveals its own cure!

and that is the second line....

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