Schiophrenia. feat Rem, Averira.

Hi sir, Sorry to say
you have been diagnosed with Schizophrenia


I guess now it's time to embrace the name
Savior, now Imma destroy the game
Kill you bitches, trademark with my fame
Life now will never be the same
ever again
this is just the voices going insane
words inspiration comes from the pain
Now I'm gonna infect all you with the venomous rain


Presenting Rem, tell em

You see the shadows coming, you see the monsters stare,
But its only you who sees them, but you tell others "BEWARE!!"

You think of crazed things, like demons, suicide, and worse,
You think of love and murder, but then again you feel no remorse.

Your body is made of uncanny movements, you scream, and yell, and twitch,
You feel your brain cells fry, like an unseen computer glitch.

There is something wrong in your head, you speak in a monotonous voice,
Your dispassionate, you appear apathetic, but then again you have no choice.

Your friends and family greet you, but you just run and hide,
You care to visit know one, you act like a loved one just died.

Your brain no-longer functions, you cannot reason, you just lie in bed,
Your life has been cut short, you have Schizophrenia, and are now brain dead.



I take great pleasure to introduce - Aveira -

In my nightmares

I am alone in the dark

I am in my room and there is this sound

this voice I can't remember

telling me to turn around

be careful

and there are these eyes

staring, cold and dead

these things fly around me

laying eggs in the bed,

they are gross, disgusting

they crawl on my skin and I scream

until I awake

scared, lonely, my heart pounding

all alone in the dark.



Savior.

You see
You hear
Feel the fear
The voices come to me
The voices talk to me
Now the shadow in the mirror walks to me

An old lady in need, should I save her
Maybe I should kill her, leave her children moaning in tear
So many thought with a twist
My mind was long gone, it don't exist
Should I give you my hugs and kisses
Resisting the urge to break you into pieces

But I ain't working for the devil
The torment I cause deserves a lower burning level
Skinning off your nails, I promise to be gentle
Squeeze your eyes, now it be my drinking bottle
Strap your neck, reliving my childhood poodle
Shower your bloody body from the kettle
Burn baby burn, your scream be my fantasy's title
Maybe I've gone insane, just a little

Just a little.