If My Senses Won't Come To Me

I Better Come To My Senses

But I Can't

I'm Too Scared Of Being Scared



Like Saving Cancer-mice From Labs

Or Half-eaten Flies From Cobwebs

No Sense Of Reality

Or Of Concequence



Come Come...

Oh Don't Bother

I'll Just Embrace Myself

And While I'm At It

I'll Just Lift Myself Up By The Hair



I'm Not Here



So You've All Gathered Here

To Knock Some Sense Into Me

Go Away, Can't You See I'm Busy

Dying Of Fear Of Dying?



- Imagine What The World Would Be Like If Everyone Were To Think Like You

Well, They Don't So Shut Up



Well I've Got A Candied Heart

But I'm Afraid To Use It

So What More Can I Do

Than Entertain My Demons

In This Comic Tragedy Called Life