I have done nothing
For it to be worthwhile
carrying on about
My tourtured soul
Demons come and go
Angels and saints
Preach as hell of a lot
I receive signals
From my mind at play
To make me think
impossible things
Are happening to me.
I have a few rules
And the law supports me
in my living
Irregardless of their demands
In my own fantastical world.
I am deluded into beleiving
There is a point
The plan is mine?