Chemical imbalence of a different sort

So here we go again,
Im back to this place
of chemical imbalence
where shrinks do their time,
and canabals thrive.

I thought i was gone.
I thought it was over.
But i got my hand stamped,
a scar on my mind...
If you will.

Where time and space dont meet.
And the children cant sleep.
Yeah im back, a mild case of simple neglect.

Mild in terms where suicide reigns true.

Yeah, Im back.

When the sun shines in the October sky,
a glint off the barrel,
the steel,
the steal,
oh what a dear

You got it for me how sweet of you,
now to return to my demise in final.
No pain to be surpresed
No movements to be digested.
Just this glorious october sky.

The sky that threatens lives and taunts us
Yeah im back.
But i havent been gone long!
Only monthes mabey less even.

Did you miss me?

No, im not here.
No, Im not coming back.
No, Ill never come back
and ill never be the same again.