Para

i'm not fuckin crazy but i might be

dogs that seem friendly wanna bite me

people i don't know wanna fight me

this reality meets insanity ever so slightly

i'm seeing things and hearing noises

invisible sirens non existent voices

no one care and no one rejoices

differences pimped and sold on as choices

every bone in my body aches

every note in my voice it breaks

got no time for the fancy flakes

exasperated like.....for fuck sakes

who told you i was paranoid

who said that i was the one you had to avoid

you'd better check with Sigmund Freud

stressed undressed not impressed and annoyed

imprisoned by my mobile phone

i tap tap tap away all the time all alone

waiting for a something to be eventually shown

hoping that somehow i'll get thrown a bone

i don't know what it is im trying to say

this is a game i don't wanna play

but then my thoughts begin to stray

and i'm completely bereft of any other way

so i simply sit back back and try to observe

trying real hard not to look like a perv

every movement strikes a sore nerve

there is no redemption on this particular curve

stunned and shunned i leave my mark

extinguished with the exception of a small frail spark

i sniff my way scentless but not alone in this dark

because everyone knows biting dogs don't bark