| They said I was schizophrenic
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| Rebellion to a steady order
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| The mass kills empty containers
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| The mass smashes heads full of air
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| Those who try to escape from the gears of mediocrity
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| Neurotics, they call them
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| Those who want to be
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| Haldol interferes with the complex
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| Biomechanical activity of my nerve cells
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| Devastating effects: no joy… no joy, no colour, no feeling
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| My body doesn’t react, my soul refuses to talk with me
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| Trapped in a shroud, my refuses justified the diagnosis
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| I swallowed Luvatran and I vomited my life
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| My psychosis was developing, they were making me mad
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| I was feeling disgusting: hatred for myself
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| Spontaneous explosions of violence — uncontrollable
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| Regurgitation of suffering
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| Remembrance of humiliations and blood
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| They sewed on me a heavy strait-jacket
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| Attraction-repulsion — obsession
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| Hatred for myself — self-mutilation
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| Me, horrible insect
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| Me, horrible insect — brand of infamy
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| Banned from the mankind community
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| Is this my punishment? |
| For what? |