Audience of the Unspoken

Measuring sickness through sadness
Everybody is listening but no one understands
Shelter myself into solitude
Alone with my thoughts once again
They say that the pictures I paint
Call out for their help
I wish they would not make a subject out of me

They say that I am crazy
And that I'll never learn
The threat of difference
Is what frightens them
At night, dreams of death

To die is just another part of life
So I draw what I see
Through blacks and through whites
It is my vision with complexity
They call me abnormal
The key to the psyche

I guess it's me they need to worry about
No more questions, no more needles
I wish they would untie my hands

No chance to even carry failure
So from a drug induced state
I grab the american dream
And mold it into my own