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Woke up to the sound
Of a melancholy symphony
Of catastrophic fears
That my mind has self imposed
Walking through a haze
Of a shapeless swarm of vivid colors
Seems like forty days
Or an hour - I don't know
Mind is so unclear
Yet I know exactly what I've done
Pretending not to hear
What my heart tells me is wrong
Looking for a way
To have all my actions justified
I cultivate some friends
Who just smile and play along
And then I'm on my way
Heart is full of fear
From a paranoiac dispensation
And it does appear
That the devil wants control
Headed for the place
Where the separation never ends
It's only through God's grace
That I missed a six foot hole
Me
