I still feel so distant
Even if I try to be resistant
The voices in my head incessant
My senses roam like an aimless miscreant

One, two, three, five
So this is how it feels to strive
Confusion shot straight to my brain lobe
I can’t remember the colours on Joseph’s robe

Why does my smile look like a frown
And every man seems to be dressed in brown
I need a tattered gown
I think I have earned the insanity crown