Me, Myself and Lunacy

Becalmed in the wake of the latest storm, swollen blue skies Not long before in a cardboard box I refused to die Childish acts of repetition repetition, interludes Tired memories looped upon a spindly spool The fear of being abandoned abusive delusion Method actor Jekyl and Hyde I am the father and the Mother's brother's distant cousin, The children and the wives A multitude of thousands live inside my head, Manufacturing weapons demanding to be fed Me myself and lunacy are breaking bread Me myself and lunacy are on the mend But it's hard to accept that your mind is sound When your heart's become an art exhibition And it's hard to inspect, Whether your mind mind's still fried or wrecked When your life's become a public execution Undertaker by trade, grave by nature, Writes something down continues walking There is method in the movement, ideas practising yoga stretch A zoom recorder is needed to dictate revelation To be a man is to shave with a dry blade at fifteen years of age Me myself and lunacy are breaking bread Me myself and lunacy are on the mend But it's hard to accept that your mind is sound When your heart's become an art exhibition And it's hard to inspect, Whether your mind mind's still fried or wrecked When your life's become a public execution