Flawed

Hold on to your hats kids, here I go; Paranoia, Schizophrenia, Oh, what a show. Grooming legal lunacy, with a maniacal grin; No comprehension at all, to label as sin. So I walk through the park, and talk to the trees; And look back at you funny, when you look funny at me. I know you talk behind my back, since my front is so scary; But I can't hear what you say, cause my minds always blaring. So I've learned to dance joyfully, in the playground of me; You can lock me away , but inside I am free...