I’m bi-polar. It’s hell in here and I love it.

The thing of it is;

there’s never any escape.

red lorry, yellow lorry,

red lorry, yellow lorry.

Don’t think of orange penguins.

You can’t police what I think.

I can’t police what I think.

You know when you daydream?

I don’t.

I’m gonna poke your eyes out