Hook is taken from from "Eminem - Guilty Conscience"
Who Are You
Inside the mind of a schizophrenic
Living in this world that feels hallucinogenic
Witnessing these delusions
Mind coming to its own conclusions
Thoughts transferred like transfusions
Seeing things that aren't there
Refuse to believe I need medical care
Blaming my problems on the narcotics
Sat up at night eating these hypnotics
People say institution is the solution
Others think prescription drug abusing
Will stop the mind pollution
Claiming im insane
Talking behind my back like a whispering campaign
While my views and perceptions I maintain
As I am I will remain, sustain but still I have to refrain
from these voices realise I make my own choices
Schizophrenically paranoid all signs of life I avoid
Rushing through the crowds
Make no eye contact, stare into the clouds
Here the voice of my idol
Sending me messages that are suicidal, homicidal
Everyday on this constant spiral
Why cant people see
I'm the one livin in reality
With no abnormality
Thinking the worlds out to get me
No matter what people say I disagree
Who? Where? Why? What if?
All the thoughts that got me close, close to the edge of this cliff
Don't wanna live, but don't wanna part
I know there's nothing wrong, my minds a work of art
My thought patterns unique
It consists of its own special technique
And its only just started to reach its peak
These voices, these voices
I hear them and when they talk
I follow, I follow, I follow all
These voices, these voices
I hear them and when they talk
I follow, I follow, I follow all
Was it real, was it fake
Body starts to quake, jittering shake
All my feelings feel like a mistake
How much more can I take?
Everything's compressed was I blessed?
Panic attack? Feels more like cardiac arrest
Surging pains through the chest
Exploring thoughts of no realism
Everyone alive is my opposition
Can't believe a word that you listen
Walls closing in compressing
Voices, words, progressing
Depressing think of the life I'm missing
My mind and I finally agreed
That the answer to this was speed
To succeed, and with my self I plead
That one day I'll be freed
This sleep deprivation
causing nothing but misinterpretation
Stereotypically placed in a categorisation
Singled out as manically depressed
Never get the right treatment coz ive been miss-assessed
The pain gets deeper
Think its my death wait for the reaper
The feeling of anxiety
The hate of the whole society
No appetite while in this fight
I'm feeling the incite as my thoughts invite
These voices, these voices
I hear them and when they talk
I follow, I follow, I follow all
These voices, these voices
I hear them and when they talk
I follow, I follow, I follow all