I
‘m not as fine as I seem
pardon
me for yelling a telling a green
garden
is not what‘s growing in my psyche
It‘s difficult me
the difficult beast feasting down on the burnt trees
freeze, frame let me see a mental picture portrait
it‘s all about my forehead
Something you won‘t forget
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
my mind sheep wrecked is this the only land my mind could find.
I did not know it was such a violent Island
full of tidal waves, Suicidal crazed lions
They trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
They know that I could fight, or I could let the lion win
I begin to assemble
What weapon‘s I could find?
Cause sometimes, to stay alive,
you gotta kill your mind...