Feel the pain creeps through my veins,
 Close my eyes and see this face.
 What's this feeling, which cannot be named?
 Try to escape this deadly race.

 Realize I know it, face abhorrent feelings,
 Endeavour to name it, call it schizophrenia.
 Voices give me orders, I just obey,
 Went to a psychiatrist, he called it schizophrenia.

 Wardens with straight-jackets, before I distinguish,
 Put me in a cell. I don't know what that helps.
 Scholars pass me by: "Another case of schizophrenia".

 Sit in my cell, but I'm not alone,
 They speak to me, try to persuade
 Me that I shall get out of this hole,
 But there's just one way to evade:
 Kill myself and meet with them.
 This promise seems to me like heaven.

 "Come and follow us!"