Tormented by people, and i hate the church steeple
Lost in religion, i now see that its evil
Look to the ghosts, inside of my head
I hear them speaking while laying in my bed

I tell you the truth
The bread is just bread
But these ghosts keep me sane
They live in my head

The sound of the music
Saved my life
Though i was delusional
My head was alive

Tormented by people, but the ghosts kept me safe
Now they speak through me, with the help of the sage
I look to the fire, and smoke, and begin
To speak the words that destroy the idea of sin

Like a man in a cloak
I’m a master of disguise
To the ones i hate
But my friends can tell from the look in my eyes

And the sound of my voice
That life is an option
So don’t waste the choice

To deny it all
Religion and shame
Because my friend
You are not to blame

And now i will speak
The words that i must
Pick up your guitar
And wipe off the dust

It’s your turn to do
These things that i do
This fight that i fight
Its now up to you

You see the battle
Like nobody else
Theres no need to stress
You’ll figure it out

You’ll figure out how
You’ll figure out how
Just write your songs
The time is now

To destroy what they build
To live the life you want
Like the madman i am
Pawns we are not

There was a hint of madness
In this song that i wrote
I write of delusion
With each of these notes

Combine it with what?
You may ask to your self
The difference between us and them
Ill give you a little help

The desperate musician
Who loves rock and roll
From the midst of his madness
He’ll save people like him

The desperate musician
He loves rock and roll
He combines rock with madness
So he may save a soul

He hopes to save a soul
He combines it with his madness
So he can save a soul
He wants to save a soul

This is what i hope to save them from
God, religion, satan, aliens, mental institutions
Music is a gift, and ill tell you one thing
If you descend into that place
Ill get you out
And ill die before i let you
I fucking promise you that
I fucking promise you that
Cuz i've seen it
I've fucking seen it
I've seen schizophrenia
And i guarantee you
No one has any clue whats going on with you
Ya, i fuckin know
All that shit i fucking know
I write of madness and record you songs
So you may have somebody
To keep you company through the madness
The madness of schizophrenia