Psychotic Feeling

How can it be done?
 How can we escape from this indigent state?
 We try for so long, and now I'm afraid it might happen too late.
 I get the sense you look at me like at some distant star;
 I never really could accept how taciturn you are.
 But why does it feel
 Like the choir is weeping
 And the conductor is reeling?
 It's such a psychotic feeling.
 I wish I could talk.
 I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide.
 I wish that you knew how completely I'm struggling inside.
 Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them
 When you start to understand how cynical I am?
 But can you say it doesn't feel
 Like a skeleton has melted
 And the wallpaper's peeling?
 It's such a psychotic feeling.
 Faster, faster, faster --
 I wanna come back to you.
 Oh but my head is so full of this horrible light,
 It just attacks
 I can't fight back.