For Mickey

Bi-Polar tendancies hold me back Release images on my wall with tact They speak to me I swear they do Can you hear them? They are calling you You say I am crazy but I feel not I see what you cant your future will rot You are the one who is so crazy Just cause your name ends with PHD Does not mean you can tell me I bet you got that phony degree With two proofs of purchase from American Hersheys Sometimes your lack of honosty From those around my cirle of me Take two pills a day of this crap to be free? I may as well call on the Justice League For Captain America has more decree The shadows on my wall proof wrong As they hymm the words of their Jesus song I throw away your pain with my hard fist As I put it in the wall with my anguish I kill those damn shadows with my pain And f%ck every one of you thinking im insane Can you feel the cold steel pumping through your veins? Cause I am sick of I V's and being drugged up again I found the reason you call me a loon And the reason is you fools molding me as a toon Well welcome to my Sunday comic strip of hell By the way Garfield says f%ck you as he eats your soul And Tom and Jerry give you the finger and rebel If you dont like it turn the damn page But my face will appear in my constant rage So call me a loon one more time please And give a reason to make you bow to your knees So you can kiss my looney pinky ring And tell me whos nuts when your soul gets a fling Welcome to my reality Care to make a copy of my key?