Schizophrenia Video (MV)

There is blood on my strings
From your song; it's still here
But its dried leaving fumes
Like the cum on your stairs
And I've wondered about
All the fluid we've shared
And I wonder how much of his
Sticks in your hair
When I'm awake and afraid
And just grossly unprepared
For the next time the clock
Gives me a minute to bare
Myself, still wide alive
And still refusing to lie
But I'm so stuck in my bullshit
And forcing the time
Would it be impolite to ask of you
F*ck out of my head
And would you please, if you may
Undo the lies that you led
Untrace your fingers from my body
Undo your lips around my dick
And recall every time that
I remembered your wits
Remove the shadows from the trails
Leading into the head
Of the dunes where I might
Leave your ring to be bred
From anomaly to probably
F*ck! There's you again
Where in these halls is retreat
From my life in your

There's still blood on the cill
And the floor from your hands
And the ghost of your
Fingertips runs up my back
If I knew what to say
Or to do, would it last
Before my mind retreats
Into cold, dark, and back
Unveil scene: pale weird eyes
And a wicked disguise
Disgust, lust, and then hate
And then human demise
To this, anecdote, antidote
Clip, normalize
Till the blue haunting me is
Just pale, shy gray eyes

Please set me free