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Feel the pain creeps through my veins,

Close my eyes and see this face.

What's this feeling, which cannot be named?

Try to escape this deadly race.

Realize I know it, face abhorrent feelings,

Endeavor to name it, call it schizophrenia.

Voices give me orders, I just obey,

Went to a psychiatrist, he called it schizophrenia.

Wardens with straightjackets, before I distinguish,

Force my hands on my back: "He's got schizophrenia.",

Put me in a cell. I don't know what that helps.

Scholars pass me by:"Another case of schizophrenia.".

Sit in my cell, but I'm not alone,

They speak to me, try to persuade

Me that I shall get out of this hole,

But there's just one way to evade:

Kill myself and meet with them.

This promise seems to me like heaven.