Crazy 7

My life is already not reality, G, youre talking to a fantasy, i know youre frightened,

And probably two years ago you were right, if youre saying my schizophrenia is real,

But that youre frightened if you tell me its real it breaks down my defence,

Of how i maintain G or not-G, the possibility its all an echo, and nothing Reality, but

Not-G just told me, in your “voice” out there, that wasnt true, was “schizophrenia”

I heard the Truth, youre the only person whose cared enough, to tell me

Not-G – you Love me, cut thru the echo of Schizophrenia, and you’re real, G,

You mean to tell me its true, but i tell you its not true, this thing not me

Grown its own life none of its real, and those people who think they

Know my mind, more deluded than me, i was protecting myself from knowledge

Of the Godless, buried ‘neath variegated illusion, was many Buddhas too

In an echo, your voice came thru, i Love you, i love you, G, i love you, raelene, too!