Vicious Schizophrenia

The sun goes down And the moon comes up With the moon Rises the goons So I hide in my room A knife in my hand Call me crazy Go ahead But you’ll be sorry When they’ve come for you No believed me They called me a liar The psycho girl who called monster But I’ll show you I’ll show them all I keep a knife By my bedside I keep it there Because I’m convinced There are monsters under the bed I keep a noose In my closet In case plan A doesn’t go too well There are monsters under the bed (I’m secretly crazy) I’m not kidding they’re there I promise you (The monsters are in my head) They’ll kill you! (Not if they kill me first!) I’m not crazy! (I know I am) This isn’t a sick joke If this was a sick joke I’d be laughing hysterically (But I’m always laughing hysterically) “Lock her away! Lock her away!” No! Don’t lock me away! (Give me the jacket) I kick and I claw as they drag me away (I’m secretly thrilled to see the rubber room) “Give me the chair! Give me the chair!” I’d rather die than stay here! (No I honestly wouldn’t.) Locked away in my cell My personal little hell I can’t move my arms They’re glued to my side (Give me back my sanity!) The monsters took my sanity “Guard! Guard! They’re monsters in the cell!” (Now I know they’re really real.) “Poor kid,” Says the guard as he shakes his head (The monsters are real you poor fool) I said it all along and no one believed me Now they’re all gonna die (They’re trapped with me in the cell) I can’t move my arms They’re glued to my side But now my brain and I agree The monsters are real! They’re just all trapped inside