Five Second Schizophrenia

Hear the phone, it rings so loud.
Reach out and answer the call.
Learn that is was another lie,
mind games that taunt you on.

See the people walking by;
you know that they aren't there.
Anger and frustration grips you,
knowing that nobody cares.

(So close you eyes and count...)

Count to one, the voices start,
screaming fury in your ear.
Count to two, the rain returns,
drowning you within your fear.
Count to three, the ringing again,
crazy and frenzied at your side.
Count to four, you're bloody now...
And dead before you get to five.

Hold on, desperate, to the light.
That's the only thing that's real.
Forget the voices in your head;
focus on how you feel.

Attempt to banish the terror,
try to cleanse you soul.
Yet without darkness, there is no light;
you know you'll never be whole.

Count to one, the anger's back;
unchained, raging deep within.
Count to two, the gun shows up...
You have to get away from him.
Count to three, the tears come now,
raining down from your stormy sky.
Count to four, the poison infects...
Death comes before you hit five.

Ask for help and be ignored,
there's always something wrong.
The ache inside your heart's increased...
You need someplace where you belong.

Five seconds come close, your fears overwhelm,
you attempt to stifle your scream.
This horror that you always face,
it's hard to grasp that it's all a dream...

(Is it really a dream?)

One means fear, where it all starts,
where the voices originate.
Two means anger, the fire inside;
where you bottle all your hate.

Three means desperation,
you scream out one last time.
Four means that it's the end,
you've gone out of your mind.

Five is the last breath you'll take...
Resurrection, you'll never find.