Mental Illness as Mating Ritual

I’m a number, I’m a clown I’m a ruined halfwit, in a hospital gown You're a victim, get in line It’s ok I’m damaged by design Based on failed examples There's less than nothing left Pills and I'm ok Pills and I'm ok The real one already left Just like the rest Crooked clone, crooked spine This body’s wrecked, but it’s mine Try and cure a hospice hostage It’s ok I know better luck next time Based on failed examples There's less than nothing left Pills and I'm ok Pills and I'm ok The real one already left Just like the rest Just like the rest Just like the rest Just like the rest Just like the rest Just like the rest Just like the rest Just like the rest Everything is fine now, nothing hurts I’m physically fit and I beat the Irish curse A thousand crunches, a million curls On top of the world Clean, pressed shirts And now it’s worse

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 21, 2026