I'm,
bipolar, fucked in the head,
Gundrawn, playing russian roulette....
Depressed, waiting for a manic phase,
a little colour to fill in the blacks and greys,
..my doctor said I was a head case,
walking like my body was a dead weight,
huh, I've got a chemical imbalance,
and a beautiful mind for developing the madness,
and he said I'd be better off dead,
better off left with a head of hot lead,
So I'm left drowning in the night,
but somehow I've found the will to fight,
cuz if I have once chance to live,
then that once chance is this.....
Bittersweet - that's all that I know,
No time for hesitation now on with show.....
...
Chorus:
Some people are afraid of change, but I'm afraid of what stays the same,
And I feel that life is beautiful... but all my days are still filled with pain,
And any trial that been I've left to face, I accept with silent grace...
On whirlwind tour of this makeshift land left drifting through time and space,
I wait.....
Verse 2:
It's a problem, I've got an imagination,
that's sky high like the top of the appalachians,
and I follow the path I'm making,
---A poet with audible aspirations...
- what an intricate twist of fate,
to be given visions as vivid as william blake,
to shift shape my image like dripping paint,
...then, live with decisions I didn't make,
I read the classics and the grecian myths,
so now I stand with atlas and prometheus,
A schizophrenic or any title that's been invented,
,,,,,and stuck in a given sentence to limit my independent -
thoughts… and leave me in a box,
while psychological scientists stand and watch,
.....I've lost... everything I hold dear,
but I still embrace this fate i made with no fear!!
Chorus:
Some people are afraid of change, but I'm afraid of what stays the same,
And I feel that life is beautiful... but all my days are still filled with pain,
And any trial that been I've left to face, I accept with silent grace...
On whirlwind tour of this makeshift land left drifting through time and space...
Verse 3:
Traumatic train of thought - connect the dots,
.....eye drops - and electric shocks,
One spark could ignite the ashes,
-and maybe give light to these skies of blackness,
But how can I fight this madness
How can I re-rewrite this passage,
I showed my soul to Sigmund Freud...
…..But only music can fill the void!!
credits
from Amor Fati,
released November 5, 2015
Lyrics: Prolific
Production: William Rideout and James Pew
Mixing: William Rideout and James Pew
Mastering: Freddy Gabrsek
