They said I was schizophrenic Rebellion to a steady order The mass kills empty containers The mass smashes heads full of air Those who try to escape from the gears of mediocrity Neurotics, they call them Those who want to be Haldol interferes with the complex Biomechanical activity of my nerve cells Devastating effects: no joy... no joy, no colour, no feeling My body doesn't react, my soul refuses to talk with me Trapped in a shroud, my refuses justified the diagnosis I swallowed Luvatran and I vomited my life My psychosis was developing, they were making me mad I was feeling disgusting: hatred for myself Spontaneous explosions of violence - uncontrollable Regurgitation of suffering Remembrance of humiliations and blood They sewed on me a heavy strait-jacket Attraction-repulsion - obsession Hatred for myself - self-mutilation Me, horrible insect - brand of infamy Banned from the mankind community Is this my punishment? For what?