Scribe

Just a scribe for the voices in my head Writing down the words I have been fed Everything I see In this land of the free Rolling and tumbling till I can't think Brings me to the brink Sorting them out Trying not to shout I feel like my head is about to explode Must lighten this load Words bring me down In them I drown Must be my madness Brings me sadness I cannot give in It is how it's always been No pill for what ails me None that I see So I'm just a scribe for the madness in my head Be this way till I'm dead Never to be free That's how it be