A silver plated numbing gum
And Jesus resting on my thumb
A hard to reach malaria
I´ve got the mood that seems to scare ya.
I´m paranoid, self destroyed.
Believe me lord I´m sorry
I´ve got the mood that seems to bury ya
I´ve got the nightmare called...
Schizophrenia

I cry. I cry and I don´t know why.
The fever becomes my home.
I cry. I cry and I don´t know why.
The fever becomes my home.
Becomes my home.

I love it when you´re holding me.
You have a gentle way of calming.
I haven´t felt that way since 1993,
When my mother held me.
I bet you´re waiting for a long sob story
OF how I was mistreated again.
No, I wasn´t built that way.
I was strong but desperately brave,
And I didn´t mean to scareya...
Schizophrenia.

I cry. I cry and I don´t know why.
The fever becomes my home.
I cry. I cry and I don´t know why.
The fever becomes my home.
Becomes my home.