Prescription of Crisis - Trepalium

Easy to be crazy

Fucked up, insane

To be different, only

Get out your brain…

Life with answers

Mind cancer, wanna know

Anxiety, paranoia, megalomania

Guilty, obssesed!

Decompensation!

Posology, remedy

Give me straitjacket!

Bad or nice

To day what’s my facet!

Sweet, and so false

What can you know

Try to understand

Contain and be undermainned

Then, now we can speak a little

Or just see a freak, attached well

Wipe the spittle and all can be told

Give pills again, you offer me loneliness

Eyes disgusted towards the paradise

With the sweet sound of cries…

Along lane where I can only get lost

I had to be cured but I just fed my madness

I will tell you what you wanna hear

And never see which I am not any more there

Let me free, I m already

Ouside, I m already!

Crazy!