Descent Into Madness

DESCENT INTO MADNESS (Schizophrenia) By Roy Merritt People are talking about me I can hear them from afar I can hear them beyond the walls I can hear them in their cars And sometimes too I can even hear their thoughts Slandering me to others Recounting all my faults And I have to stay alert Some even mean me harm And falsely try to deceive me With contrived and phony charm They think I'm but a fool, But greatly are they mistaken They would certainly be surprised At the precautions I have taken They would be surprised to know That I've planned way ahead That before they get to me I mean to see them dead I mean to see them dead Heads will surely roll And the haunting voices I hear that penetrate my soul “Go ahead and do it You have to don't you see If you don't do it They'll never leave you be If you don't do it You'll suffer for it for sure The pain that sears your head You won't long endure If you don't do it They're going to send you away To some institution And forever there you'll stay!” Is this truly madness Or is it the voice of God I hear That whispers this dreadful precaution That whispers in my ear That whispers this dreadful precaution Filling me with fear And now I search about And at last I find my gun AND I'LL SWEEP AWAY MY ENEMIES THIS DAY BEFORE IT'S DONE!