In my cell I'm a lonely nucleus
now I'm immune to others gloominess
dreams that were once voluminous
are now just a moldy, putrid mess
"Did I choose it, yes"
the grass is greener on the otherside
I swallowed pride and moved the fence
soon as I did though.................
I was surrounded by the news and press
cuffs on my wrists, paparazzi
shooting flicks I look in mirrors
only to ask myself, "Who is this?"
I thought that a change of heart
could show me all the hues I missed
None of it worked I'm carving it out
all they have are silly mindgames
and pills thats hard to pronounce
Its like when I eat humble pie
its dies, turning to shards in my mouth
thoughts of freedom never ferment, just duds
they turn to ciders and vinegars, all suds
So I try to wake up and tackle life
emotionally I'm blind and have no sight
I'm in a cell deep inside myself
A rubberman that gets hot then Melts
In my cell my strait-jacket suffocates me
another day breeds hate, I'm sullen & angry
the food here sucks, the shrinks are too brainy
their diagnosis is degrading they'd never understand
the ego or psychosis of a breathing rubber man
depression thats monochrome, lifes a multicolor scham
karma is using me as a punching bag
Its baptizing me in a blazing fire
sharpened guillotines my noose is razorwire
my conscience is a thorncrown I'm torn between
self-inflicted stigmata or being forlorn and ornery
I wanna die but I'd find no solace in a coffin
abandoned by my holy father I'ma spiritual orphan
what are endorphins? I'm lost in a sea of sewage
Lucifer chokes me with arms stronger than Louis
I want a genocide why couldn't I be Jewish?
right before the neo-nazi's dropped the bomb
I bought blue eye contacts, dyed my hair blonde
In my cell I'ma coward afraid of change
'cause a nameless Saint could never be famous
and even with a major change of fate
fame is vain and strange, Mephisto is my gaurdian
instead of teaching me flight he breaks my wings
I breathe carnage and death all day
arms outstretched pummeling those in the hallway
I sleep to have nightmares I never dream
I awake half-dressed pull my hair out and scream
when this rubberman fights back and gets too hot
they strap me to my chair and they give me shots
It feels like holywater in my veins
cause for 4 hours a day I feel no pain
it deadens the strain of my guilt
naked and nauseous, anesthesia is my quilt
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