Mildew over my brain.

Don't know what's real. My imagination, people's lies. False paradice. The rise of the Schisophrenia. She's unborn yet but we have to wait.

I like to paint the air and the moan and the fear

I can bet someone's watching me. My followers, sick followers. My every move. I pity them. God, I need to rest in peace.

Blockade

My physical win is a mental failure. Oh why we can't just have fun? Like it never happened.