| Feel the pain creeps through my veins
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| Close my eyes and see this face
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| What’s this feeling, which cannot be named?
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| Try to escape this deadly race
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| Realize I know it, face abhorrent feelings
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| Endeavour to name it, call it schizophrenia
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| Voices give me orders, I just obey
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| Went to a psychiatrist, he called it schizophrenia
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| Wardens with straight-jackets, before I distinguish
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| Force my hands on my back: «He's got schizophrenia.»
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| Put me in a cell. |
| I don’t know what that helps
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| Scholars pass me by: «Another case of schizophrenia»
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| Sit in my cell, but I’m not alone
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| They speak to me, try to persuade
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| Me that I shall get out of this hole
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| But there’s just one way to evade:
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| Kill myself and meet with them
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| This promise seems to me like heaven
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| «Come and follow us!» |