Pyschosis

We're coming
Coming, coming
We're gonna get you
Get away from her
She's not who you think
She really is. Go on
Escape. Now
Before it is too late
Look, there's a rope
Hang yourself
Why not?
You're ugly and everyone
Detests you so much
I think you should
So do I
No I don't want
To die
Please shut up
We're not going anywhere
Until you've slit your wrist
Fine, okay, you win
The razor's in my hand
The blood's on my skin
It's all from within.