They call it schizophrenic episodes

Of paranoid delusions

I'm off my meds

My vision turning red

I need my meds

And I feel like there's hidden codes

There's no time for me to hide in seclusion

I look in the mirror and see two heads

I see no hope anywhere ahead

Why couldn't mom bring them to me in carload?

Why do they treat me like some contusion?

I hate my meds

I hate the doctors who shove poison down my throat, they want me dead

I hate the programmers who keep me in routine reload

The toxic air I breathe in as I run away from fossil fuel effusion

You can call me crazy, but I'm well read

I won't stop swimming until I hit the seabed

I can sleep with the peaceful creatures under the elusive thread