Garmonbozia

GARMONBOZIA Nothing but sheer pain and sorrow in this dull existence Overwhelming pressures and claustrophobic homosapiens Suffering and suffocating sickness in every breath A sigh to the moon, a scream to the other side Like a sharp blade is the endless hours of mans domain Touched by the spirit of melancholy draining each thought away Pain and sorrow even after you are dead the spirits are laughing For you really never appreciated your life in the first place Frozen in fear, paralysed with anxiety Screaming tears, bleeding wrists of despondency Carried away to mental madness and strife What did you ever do for mankind anyway? Introverted schizoid falling inside your shell Secluded and secure from the parasite outside your door For not a knock of call to break the silence Of madness in solitude and calamity within your dark mind Will you bleed for me again those cold veins Agoraphobic neurotic mess of schizophrenic proportions Persecution mania and paranoid madness Obsessive and uncontrollable urges to kill everyone and yourself with them