II - Aborym

They said I was schizophrenic

Rebellion to a steady order

The mass kills empty containers

The mass smashes heads full of air

Those who try to escape from the gears of mediocrity

Neurotics, they call them

Those who want to be

Haldol interferes with the complex

Biomechanical activity of my nerve cells

Devastating effects: no joy… no joy, no colour, no feeling

My body doesn’t react, my soul refuses to talk with me

Trapped in a shroud, my refuses justified the diagnosis

I swallowed Luvatran and I vomited my life

My psychosis was developing, they were making me mad

I was feeling disgusting: hatred for myself

Spontaneous explosions of violence — uncontrollable

Regurgitation of suffering

Remembrance of humiliations and blood

They sewed on me a heavy strait-jacket

Attraction-repulsion — obsession

Hatred for myself — self-mutilation

Me, horrible insect

Me, horrible insect — brand of infamy

Banned from the mankind community

Is this my punishment?

For what?