Schizophrenia
Thy name was what they used to die for
And I had refused to bow down before
They walked in line believing they were right
But never seriously took they his might
The tyranny stands against us
I know what I'm to do when it comes
But they do not care anymore
Inevitably had they become sick before
God, save my memory, I say
In times of sorrow and decay
And emenies can't interrupt me
When I am frankly speaking to thee
