Schizophrenia - Forest Of Impaled

Feel the pain creeps through my veins

Close my eyes and see this face

What’s this feeling, which cannot be named?

Try to escape this deadly race

Realize I know it, face abhorrent feelings

Endeavour to name it, call it schizophrenia

Voices give me orders, I just obey

Went to a psychiatrist, he called it schizophrenia

Wardens with straight-jackets, before I distinguish

Force my hands on my back: «He's got schizophrenia.»

Put me in a cell.

I don’t know what that helps

Scholars pass me by: «Another case of schizophrenia»

Sit in my cell, but I’m not alone

They speak to me, try to persuade

Me that I shall get out of this hole

But there’s just one way to evade:

Kill myself and meet with them

This promise seems to me like heaven

«Come and follow us!»