Catatonia is dark, the dark is so empty, but somehow full,

Under the manic sun schizophrenia paves it’s way, today,

Yearning for powders and special K, Everyday is a serial killer day…

Okay, Okay, what a wonderful day today, a wonderful day to run away,

I’m scared to go, amid the presence of streams, against the shores,

I would sit there like a used up whore, all out of breath and so many to live for,

Yet all the day I pray to god the sky will become a liquid,

It shot up from the ground shooting inwards through my arm, through my veins,

I am a cloud in the sky that is now a liquid; I have been sucked into its sovereignty,

Drowning in my thoughts, or, maybe that stream, that expanded to a heaven,

I will never reach heaven, the lord proclaimed me dead already,

I’m asleep I’m a cloud.