They have names for illnesses of the body
They have names for illnesses of the mind
But the illnesses of the soul are anonymous
My God,
Most of us are human
But some of us are not
We incarcerate ourselves with words like
Progress, Innovation, Achievement
My God,
You are wrong
I am wrong
We are all wrong
This is not real
My God,
We live on wishes
We always have
Every dreamer must awake
Every dreamer must die
My God,
That sky is gray
They smoke is red
Or eyes are yellow
The end is near
My God,
If I could find that place
If I could reach that place,
My soul would go free