Ego Schizm

Little pin men of madness
Running round the pupil of my veins
I declare a war to my sadness
A war in which there is no defense
A war in which my sadness
Doesn’t stand a single chance

Pure love lies deflorated
On some blood-drenched dirty floor
A maneuver planned not too good
A mistake on parallel fronts
It’s a war in which my troops
Have to climb up dementia walls

Thru a hole in my skin I have seen
An angel and his larva of filth
It tried to get out and spread its wings
But the air killed that bastard immediately
This bastard would end my war
If he could only flee from me