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
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