I’ve been messed up a long time, it's been pretty purgatorial.
Life’s been a constant running with death, it was life’s hard tutorial.
Slip that sharp under skin, one time it was daily dictatorial.
Flush the purple not the red or you’ll end up a crematorium memorial.
I can eat more sweets than any pharmacist can order weekly.
From blues to the Xans, I used to seek out any going smarties.
Just chug down the pills 2 stop them jerks, please God quickly.
Coz I got no time for the rhyme when I'm sick, so please ask me meekly.
Life's lessons over time have been dealt out quite harshly.
Been runnin after hard working, just to get myself fed well daily.
Scoring bits in the park in the dark, like a McDonalds drive thru quickly.
Coz if I get caught n go to court, I know I’d be locked up definitely.
I got a thing in my head that keeps me from acting socially normal.
I try to forget all the debt n the sweats but I reckon I was born abnormal.
Kicked from shrink to HUB when young, it was life’s long trip eternal.
I try to be honest so they always script me up, thick like a journal.
So I stay in hospital 4 a week every month but I'm not easy 2 manage.
And when I get out of this head of mine, I can easily make severe damage.
N I'd rather eat chocolate, than a healthy cheese n tomato sandwich.
But when I'm dosed up you'll find me nice n mellow, I'm quite well-mannered.
Sometimes I hear sounds all around n it sends me a bit crazy.
So I pop a few sweets with a swill n wake up on the floor all dopey n hazy.
U can't expect me to cop a plea to insanity when I'm locked up already daily.
Stuck in my flat with no-one to talk to, so my brain inner talks to me madly.
I'm more depressed than the rest but I still jest carefree.
Although inside I'm a ball of anxiety n silently my brains all twitchy.
I'm paranoid my Androids spying on me so I tape it up, please NSA don't watch me.
I'm on no-fly and no-read lists, coz the USA all seem to hate me.
I don't take anti this n anti that no more, coz it’s all poison in a pill.
They dumb you down and keep you fat and tired, it's all big pharma pigs swill.
So I have to take downers instead coz it's that double bed I want to kill.
But getting off them sweets is a strength n I don't have the inner will.
So let me have more money it does grow on trees, just ask the government’s treasury.
They print it off daily with interest fees, just paid back by you n me.
Just believe it’s worth more than the paper, coz it’s got the Queens mug on a twenty.
N when inflation makes it worth nothing, we will all go begging together plenty.
Maybe heavens not up there n I don't care, if I float in space eternally.
Coz time goes too fast that now n the past only last momentarily.
N if Quantum mechanics is correct then you better bet that consciousness is holy.
And Spacetime is nothing but a concept until someone observes it very slowly.
So time is just an idea and a life’s trek from birth to death runs repeatedly.
We tread those steps with the false thought that we all act independently.
But block time means time doesn't exist and we all dance deterministically.
To whoever’s tune I don't know but it don't matter, coz times just a fantasy.
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