Your rest fills me with envy,
Your pale face with greed.
Your white coat doesn’t scare me,
It only fuels my need.
Those words do not impair me,
I believe what I believe.
Scream. Scream out all your symptoms.
Scream. I can’t wait to rip into you.
They sleep in the asylum,
Dreams of being sane.
I just wait here in silence,
To be admitted once again.
I put myself through torture,
Used needles point the way.
I do not need your textbook,
To tell me that I’m sick.
Your smiles patronise me,
And my heart begins to sink.
I’m not a hypochondriac,
I don’t care what you think.
Scream. Scream out all your symptoms.
Scream. I can’t wait to rip into you.
credits
from Self-Titled,
released February 14, 2014
Music by N. Smith/Keltik Fish
Words by Keltik Fish
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