Lotus Sistas:
Pain! Pressure! Pressure! Pain!
There is a plane I travel to when I go insane
My head is a crowded space
Skeletons, Decay, Demons Oh My!
Some nights I don’t even sleep, why lie?
Would you like to know?
Would you like to go?
When my demons come to play,
I don’t like the term run away,
It’s not that I’m afraid I just seek out better days
See, my mind is often maze
Not even in one, I can say
No! the very thing itself
& they swear that those people will be my help
They say talk to the white coats
We promise that they’re friends
I say No! To me all they teach is play, pretend
They think the same about this land that I hold so dear
They dare not come this way, only out of fear
For those that enjoy the fruits of the Lotus, we will never care
Let them talk, let them stare!
