Schizophrenia

Trapped in a one-by-six cellophane
My hands are printed on the cutting board, they say
"Love isn't all you need. Death is all we're waiting for.
Nonetheless, our fingers crossed. Wishing this goodbye to you."

And sin is all we make for life
to drive us through the living hell
Heaven isn't always there
and dreamers have got to be stopped

Drowning in the sea of drunken tears
Humming lonely tunes from the sweetest lips
Concentrically, notes bend, rest signs distort
and i found myself unlucky
Lying on the bed of shocking truth