Absent Minded
my voices and yours
I hear voices inside my head
some say im living some say im dead
some tell me to hit
some tell me to commit suicide
some say they are laughing some say they are crying
so i keep myslef busy
i read or i write
i ignore the voices
until they overwhelm me
and i get fed up and become too much
so i put on my headphones
and listen to the songs of random artists
singing about death and murder and guns
realise it doesnt help
i hear voices
and the ones inside my head seem to be in control of the ones outside
im not sure what to do
im not sure if it would matter
or how to change anything
i just sit here and weep and cry
reach out to amnesty
and realise im a freak
and want a new pair of shoes so i can run away
even if i will be the same person no matter where i go
at least i have my own thoughts
but they lead me to places few dare to go
eventually i lay down and sigh
or take a sleeping pill
and lay down to have a nap
i go to bed and have a nightmare
because my medication side effects cause things like that
sometimes i write them down
with my spelling mistakes and stuff
sometimes i just tell a friend
sometimes i do both
eventually after that i go watch amovie
with these voices in my head
watch someone elses nightmare on the screen flash by me
and feel more alone than ever and realise i should be more picky
in the voices outside of me
and the nightmares im watching
so now religion almost makes sense
Until i start picking apart the metaphors of angels and demons
and the reason we're going out to holy wars over a tortured saint
of god and satan
and false names and procreations
so back to the drawing board i am hearing these voices in side my head
that everyone is at fault of taking no responsibilty for
but they leave behind in this place for the next generation
wetger they represent god or satan
in the silent war of those being tortured
in this nonexistant crime scene im living
crying selfishly and selflessly im left here screaming crawling
wishing for death and dreaming
If i had things my way
we'd be playing paintball for wworld wars
and the lottery numbers would be announced first thingin the morning
and then the same numbers drawn again later that night
so thge early bird coul dget the worm
but all ido is reach out to an apathetic poetic community
who seems to indulge in me squirm
And when im not listening to voices
or watching nightmares or having my own
im paranoid of spies and politicians and kings
trying to kill me for money so they can say look what i did for the future
look what i said look what i did
look what i wrote
I am the curse of the music industry propoganda arent I?
The guinea pig of psychology at war
I am the curse of hollywood propoganda aren't i?
the man in the middle wishing not to be terrorised anymore
I am the paranoid king throwing rocks in circles
causing wars because of spiritual sheep and machines
I am the one everything revolves around
mr schitsophrenic mood disorder bipolar grandiose drug indused me
wishing to doctor a reality that only the blind supposedly can see
so i put a flag over my television and listen to the story
i can no longer follow
I think the radio should tell stories to the appropriate audience they are haunting
for the blind know one thing and the deaf know another
they might not be able to see red
but in the silence they are seeing and reading and feeling all i write
and reading all these books of propoganda hype
so i watch the movies with the volume off
i see it anew way
but the voices in my head wont stop
I can relate to many
not many can relate to me
and then i announce to the stereo and television
im not heterosexual but an enlightened homosexual being
now the churches have their brainwashed opinions
and even the deaf have their own slides
for the money in my grandfather's estate
here i am in hell
no longer lonely in purgatory
trying not to learn the lesson of how to hate
looking for the exit buying myself as much time as i can
the voices of mine are one thing
the voices of yours another
and here is it on sattelite walking talking sleeping dreaming
crying dreaming believing disbelieving writing in circles
of how my life is
and what we are doing to eachother
laugfhing at the thought that there was no instructions to this miracle
and im wondering of the man who sold this world and to whom and for what purpose
If i could buty it off of him
maybe my mind and life wouldnt feel like a circus
but everyone else at this ridiculous birthday party wouldnt feel
like a tragedy as me
but i would definately weild the ability to pull the wool off the wolf
and name the sheep
some say im living some say im dead
some tell me to hit
some tell me to commit suicide
some say they are laughing some say they are crying
so i keep myslef busy
i read or i write
i ignore the voices
until they overwhelm me
and i get fed up and become too much
so i put on my headphones
and listen to the songs of random artists
singing about death and murder and guns
realise it doesnt help
i hear voices
and the ones inside my head seem to be in control of the ones outside
im not sure what to do
im not sure if it would matter
or how to change anything
i just sit here and weep and cry
reach out to amnesty
and realise im a freak
and want a new pair of shoes so i can run away
even if i will be the same person no matter where i go
at least i have my own thoughts
but they lead me to places few dare to go
eventually i lay down and sigh
or take a sleeping pill
and lay down to have a nap
i go to bed and have a nightmare
because my medication side effects cause things like that
sometimes i write them down
with my spelling mistakes and stuff
sometimes i just tell a friend
sometimes i do both
eventually after that i go watch amovie
with these voices in my head
watch someone elses nightmare on the screen flash by me
and feel more alone than ever and realise i should be more picky
in the voices outside of me
and the nightmares im watching
so now religion almost makes sense
Until i start picking apart the metaphors of angels and demons
and the reason we're going out to holy wars over a tortured saint
of god and satan
and false names and procreations
so back to the drawing board i am hearing these voices in side my head
that everyone is at fault of taking no responsibilty for
but they leave behind in this place for the next generation
wetger they represent god or satan
in the silent war of those being tortured
in this nonexistant crime scene im living
crying selfishly and selflessly im left here screaming crawling
wishing for death and dreaming
If i had things my way
we'd be playing paintball for wworld wars
and the lottery numbers would be announced first thingin the morning
and then the same numbers drawn again later that night
so thge early bird coul dget the worm
but all ido is reach out to an apathetic poetic community
who seems to indulge in me squirm
And when im not listening to voices
or watching nightmares or having my own
im paranoid of spies and politicians and kings
trying to kill me for money so they can say look what i did for the future
look what i said look what i did
look what i wrote
I am the curse of the music industry propoganda arent I?
The guinea pig of psychology at war
I am the curse of hollywood propoganda aren't i?
the man in the middle wishing not to be terrorised anymore
I am the paranoid king throwing rocks in circles
causing wars because of spiritual sheep and machines
I am the one everything revolves around
mr schitsophrenic mood disorder bipolar grandiose drug indused me
wishing to doctor a reality that only the blind supposedly can see
so i put a flag over my television and listen to the story
i can no longer follow
I think the radio should tell stories to the appropriate audience they are haunting
for the blind know one thing and the deaf know another
they might not be able to see red
but in the silence they are seeing and reading and feeling all i write
and reading all these books of propoganda hype
so i watch the movies with the volume off
i see it anew way
but the voices in my head wont stop
I can relate to many
not many can relate to me
and then i announce to the stereo and television
im not heterosexual but an enlightened homosexual being
now the churches have their brainwashed opinions
and even the deaf have their own slides
for the money in my grandfather's estate
here i am in hell
no longer lonely in purgatory
trying not to learn the lesson of how to hate
looking for the exit buying myself as much time as i can
the voices of mine are one thing
the voices of yours another
and here is it on sattelite walking talking sleeping dreaming
crying dreaming believing disbelieving writing in circles
of how my life is
and what we are doing to eachother
laugfhing at the thought that there was no instructions to this miracle
and im wondering of the man who sold this world and to whom and for what purpose
If i could buty it off of him
maybe my mind and life wouldnt feel like a circus
but everyone else at this ridiculous birthday party wouldnt feel
like a tragedy as me
but i would definately weild the ability to pull the wool off the wolf
and name the sheep
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my voices and yours
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