My mind's blinded
With voices
Uncovering past sins
I hold your hand
But lead you to
Waste-land
I did wrong
Taking you back to hospital
Could they cure you?
There's no cure
But slitting your wrists.
From pain I desist.
They're vacuuming
Dirt from your
Black and blue brain.
You're a 10p phone call away.
I'm skint
