Screaming and Shouting

[Intro]
For a long time now this topic has been on my mind... In my metaphorical hypothetical recitals and now knowing i'm better than any letter written by anybody else, i'm using it to help myself, my fans with a flick of a wrist and a turn of a hand

Half of the shit we're taught will never be applied to us

You're fucking right our teachers lied to us but to be fair why should they care? They're only throwing our future up in the fucking air

Fuck who this is offending I don't give a fuck i'm standing up for what I believe in
I'd rather be beaten broke and covered in stitches
Than a coward showered in riches

Maybe you should teach us in depth about mental health

Looking at your depressed friend wanting to help
Or better yet, how to handle it yourself and get the facts backed up and packed up tidily
Understand these people with an addiction to medication on prescription

And listen to the reasoning towards people cutting themselves by decision
And how you help them from hitting a head on collision
Fuck i'm so dependent on pent up resentment

I wanted to be stood on the front performing, but that's what depression prevented
Now I don't feel like talking
I cannot eat or sleep this pain just will not cease
No I don't wanna come out sitting in this dark room, please

Could've been ripping apart the floor
Making the people of the party fall
And beginning to be knocking of heaven's door
Could've been effin' incredible feeling seminal
But instead I stuck to the shadows becoming less impressible, and to others un-accessible soon this depression'll
Capture, en-cage me, i'm a mess, stuck in this rut and I can only blame me

I feel unstable i'm crazy
And they just say he won't get out of his bed because he's lazy
But step into the shoes of a depressed freak, and maybe you'll see...
Reason I don't know if it's me but the world seems so surreal, blurred and hazy
My brain is painfully splitting, knowledge spilling

This is not any way, shape or form a way of living

Stuck in a glass prism they see me but they won't listen

Thinking back on the futile attempts and misses looking back on it, it pisses me off to the point where I wanna off myself, stuck in a hoes-pitil and that's how they feel!

And you're talking about and out your arse telling me this song does not appeal to real people. Only the ones who are so feeble
I wanna take those cunts full of ignorance
And show 'em what's up with the ones suffer and put up with clusters fucks of dumb others
And i'm only just taking the action and control of my rudders

Lately I've been lacking the motivation I need to succeed
Proceed, achieve and follow my dreams
Walking across an unstable and thin beam
Thinking; ...For the rest of my life i'm gonna be unseen

And that means I might never accomplish what I set out to be
Just from the look in these dark eyes you can see the doubt in me screaming and shouting in need of release
In a way like the I was when depression had me on a leash, thank fuck i'm now free

So what the fuck is up with us ignoring these people such as somebody with slit wrists in front of us
Thankfully for me it never came to that but a shame seeing this twats laugh and push and brush off fact (that!)...

A chemical imbalance will enhance a problem to the rock bottom of shite so much you wouldn't believe what it feels like

Like drowning but everybody else surrounding around you is unable to hear you screaming and shouting!

[Outro]
(Currently 26.7% people suffer from mental illness and counting)