Schizophrenic Blues

Grim dark clown hanging around
He's closing in, it puts me out
Into a spin, head down
Jamming in a jam

Falling into pieces, have myself amputed
Just can't stay one

Acid hearing, wriggling voracious eyes
Metal dorsal spine, I'm feeling like
I'm put to ground

I'm picking pieces up in the shadow
Hidden from the light of the shame

Where is me?...
Here I am
Look at me now