Holy City

They were all wrong the priest who cut my phone the two cops who broke my nose the psychiatrist selling me down stream I only had two lovers, neither of them do but yet I can't prove where i got my hiv the pharmacists would try to get me my meds the drug dealers who overtook my house all the way to the caretaker who says i should have had better friends to take my money and leave me homeless rent out my apartment to another sucker my identity in songs a suicidal cult the plot thickens when i cant even get into my own email I still dont know how i survived and i will probably be dead in a week never saw this coming to me no one ever said life was a dream but you live in sin of selling it to me as one the doctors who woke me up and kicked me out of emergency after being revived from sleeping pill overdose on my birthday fell asleep on the bus all the way to crying out for help on the internet definately not the way to go either im in the middle of a conspiracy or im crazy no, i dont care, the antichrist is here picking on the mentally ill jesus the devil's disguise no matter what we do we're wrong don't understand how we think we are at the third world war the first one never ended it just went on forever and now the ball is in your hands be like them and do nothing and ask yourself did you get off on killing me like this or was it better to get involved and make my situation worse?