Garmonbozia

Nothing but sheer pain and sorrow in this dull existence
 Overwhelming pressures and claustrophobic homosapiens
 Suffering and suffocating sickness in every breath
 A sigh to the moon, a scream to the other side
 Like a sharp blade is the endless hours of mans domain
 Touched by the spirit of melancholy draining each thought away
 Pain and sorrow even after you are dead the spirits are laughing
 For you really never appreciated your life in the first place
 Frozen in fear, paralysed with anxiety
 Screaming tears, bleeding wrists of despondency
 Carried away to mental madness and strife
 What did you ever do for mankind anyway?
 Introverted schizoid falling inside your shell
 Secluded and secure from the parasite outside your door
 For not a knock of call to break the silence
 Of madness in solitude and calamity within your dark mind
 Will you bleed for me again those cold veins
 Agoraphobic neurotic mess of schizophrenic proportions
 Persecution mania and paranoid madness
 Obsessive and uncontrollable urges to kill everyone and yourself with them