I was raised on the hill by a woman from the valley
I did not belong on the hill
It's mark made the valley hostile to me
As the hill always was

I can't be on the hill
I ain't that heartless
I can't be in the valley
I ain't that mindless

I can only be a mind following the heart .

Wrote this last night . My self discovery makes me unfit to today's heartless and mindless society . It is the source of my anger , anger my doc and social worker wanted to cure me from . But i have to become violence before they do a lobotomy on me . Witch i told them , to me is the only cure to make me fit in happy and numb .
Not that i would want a lobotomy , it's just a part in me longing for some happiness between the crowd . I mean , lets skip drinking in to Korsakov like so many did before me . Believe me i tried , i got sick and puked al over , i sadly do not have a alcohol absorbing body and always remember it all in to detail .
Red pill blue pill , i did not choose , somehow by accident i took the wrong one ;-)