freedom is my slavery

silver swings

got me in a medical mood

moving the mercury between

lifeless and cold

when i come riding the bull

full of self-loathing

like the boy on the poster

welcome to back to earth

you lovely assassins

gives us an illusion of wealth

on the mental health

rollercoaster

unabashed,

you had

a placid kind of clarity

to say I was mad

but this come-and-go lucidity

it's all that i have

unlucky things

reduced to infirmity

and impotency

to say no one does anything

worthwhile after thirty

well thirty seems ages ago

there's no leftovers

no supernovas

for you to scavenge, or to savage

that was a long time back

and they don't make people

like us anymore

you had

a funny kind of charity

to say I'd gone mad

but this come-and-go lucidity

is all that i have

it's all that i have

all that i have

all that i have

all that i have

it's all that i have