Dementia Psychosis

They're comin' in storms,
Ridin' on black clouds,
They'll come to shock us,
They'll come to drown us,
They'll come to burn us,
They'll come to freeze us,
I've seen it in a dream.

But why have you thrown me in this mad-house?
Why have you wrapped my arms in this THING?
Why have you thrown me away in this room,
Leaving me in solitary confinement?

Stop the forces,
Let me go,
Stop the forces,
I can do it for you,
Stop the forces,
Don't you fucking put me away!

They're coming,
Stop calling me insane!
They're coming on the clouds,
Stop trying to lock my door!
They're coming to kill us all,
Stop shutting me off!

They're coming on eight-legs,
They're coming with lightning rods on fire,
They're coming with roaches riding on their backs,
They're coming with six eyes and venomous fangs,
They're coming to MURDER us all,
And you've locked me up with all the others with these visions,
Trying to shut us up and away,
We're trying to protect you,

But you call us mad.