Future idiots
My Condition
My head is filled with nonsense
Stupid shit not worth the while
I just can't stop the damn thing
Constant thinking, no comply
And late at night when I try eagerly to fall asleep
My restless mind won't let me
Concentrate on counting sheep
Do you like my thoughts of insanity
It's my own recipe
I am sorry but I can't seem to handle reason
I am worried of my instability
Could use some remedy
You may check my condition
I'm sick of my tinnitus
Silence is a precious kind
I might be close to schizo
But for now I think we're fine
At least I'm not talking to a bearded man up in the sky
But I guess being sane has different ways
Of being wright
I am a freak
I'm not unique
But I will be
A parody
I'll try to go back to sleep