I wrote this one a very long time ago. At a time when I was in a dark place in my life. For the record, no I don't have schizophrenia. It's a metaphor. This one has disorganized thinking and I hope to straighten it out soon. I'm not finished yet. Eventually the "me's" will be replaced by "you's" so you can relate to it.
I'll share more. I hope someone can dig something out of them. I hope to incorporate these into original music someday when I'm in a better place. Just for fun.
Eatin' my schiz-o-free. Starin' at my blank TV
Wonderin' what the hell I am today
Consumed by your love. Painting up that old grudge
Eatin' my schiz-o-free, baby
My friend Amee, says I should just go crazy
I said okay, putting my trust in them
Sittin' on the back streets. Killin' all the bad breeds
Hate is stuck in my throat like phlegm
Wonderin' if I'm really schiz-o-free.
Pukin' up loves black cause. Shootin' up just because
Eatin' a head of schiz-o-free, baby
Chillin' with your lost desire. Singin' with my own choir,
singin' for you, baby.
Their right here in this head. Right next to this empty bed
Layin' in this empty bed, wonderin' what the hell I am today
Fear is in my skin, I just can't win
They're all around me, gotta get away
Get away, get away
Starin' at my blank TV, the pills showin' me down the hole
Eatin' my schiz-o-free, it has filled my bowl
There is no fucking evading
Ugly is starin' at me, cracks across the reflection
Looking deep in my own eyes, a hateful inspection
Seeing the destruction, lives I ruined playin back like a sitcom show
The things I did just ruined the flow
Of life on cruise-control
And here I am on the back streets
Killin' all the bad breeds
The happiness in me always flees