They call it schizophrenic episodes
Of paranoid delusions
I'm off my meds
My vision turning red
I need my meds
And I feel like there's hidden codes
There's no time for me to hide in seclusion
I look in the mirror and see two heads
I see no hope anywhere ahead
Why couldn't mom bring them to me in carload?
Why do they treat me like some contusion?
I hate my meds
I hate the doctors who shove poison down my throat, they want me dead
I hate the programmers who keep me in routine reload
The toxic air I breathe in as I run away from fossil fuel effusion
You can call me crazy, but I'm well read
I won't stop swimming until I hit the seabed
I can sleep with the peaceful creatures under the elusive thread