Schizophrenia

Thy name was what they used to die for

And I had refused to bow down before 

They walked in line believing they were right 

But never seriously took they his might

The tyranny stands against us 

I know what I'm to do when it comes

But they do not care anymore 

Inevitably had they become sick before 

God, save my memory, I say 

In times of sorrow and decay

And emenies can't interrupt me 

When I am frankly speaking to thee