perception Ill perception

Sick people, go around your own heads
To catch any usable but useless thought.
And try toooooooooooooooooooooooooo hard
For you want to feel you’ve done the best…
Oh, God, it’s so sick to be myself in this hospital
Named the world.  I wonna get off on the next stop
I wonna be outside to be able to see my sickness
And find the treatment. Otherwise I’ll die with you,
The sick citizens of this ill minded state. That is too bad.
I hate those who make my name longer to make me smaller.
No reason for that, people, you always be weaker than me.
I don’t believe a single word you say, a single thought you think…
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I don’t remember how can I love my angel, he is sicker than myself
And why should I love my angel, when I feel like burning in hell?
Oh, well…
Go away and don’t even try to understand these words, they are
The property of a disturbed mind in the sick society,
The state of loyalty to the impropriety. “How
Are you today? Fine-You? Me too.
You’re my best friend, that’s why
I can say you that I hate you
More than anyone else
`cause I don’t care
for them.”
What’s the hell?!
Or may be it’s just me?
I’m not feeling well…