I can feel the fervent hope start to diminish 
As I watch the age of us finish 
And a new one begin 
It’s not about who win
As the demons drag me under
And the thunder 
Knows no bounds
When it comes to overwhelming sounds
I’m stuck in St. Pat’s
With the pain turned up to max
And all the doctors just attack
Me with their pills
It’s like a display of wills 
As they try to force me to obey
And fall into their particular sway
And say “it’s just psychosis” 
But I have always been precocious 
And spit back at them
“I swear if you say that again 
I will bring the full weight of the world
Down to earth to be hurled
At your statin skin”
Then I just look away from him 
Because he never hears me 
And the day just nears me 
When it will be revealed
And all the life congealed
Like a scab on my finger 
I’m a poet, some kind of singer
Who has a melody in her mind
And just because I left it behind
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t still ring true
I blackmail the best of you
Into submission
And my commission
Is a death most profound
I did it coz I hear the sound
Of echoes infinite 
I woke up in the dead of night

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