There is a mind I know
I know it all too well
‘coz I got stuck up there
And couldn’t find a way out.
Every time I made an escape
I got sucked into the vortex
For I was born with this mind
And with it I had to live
I thought, ‘What if,
I just pluck out my mind?’
They said, ‘You must be out of your mind!’
But that was exactly my point!
Now I’m in a forced existence with this mind
It breathes on me, it draws up my blood
It lives off me
And the nerve of it, to play its games with me!