Sitting in the inner depths of my mind
A tea party of the crazy
Me, A man callled insantity, Depression and fear
All around the small dark oak table
Knife marks all over
Grim smiles to each
The thing I call my Mobid Spider
Stained by the tainted blood
This is no normal tea
It is not made of tea leaves, but memories
Bitter and dark
If you look around we trust none
It is a fear of each
but we are there in harmony
Of the Chaos of the depths of my mind
We are all insane
But there is those who will run to insantity screaming they missed him
These people who lurk in my mind
Took me under there wing
Dont fear me
Come to the tea part i have
Insane may i be
YEt I shall take the hand of them and walk with them
On my path for the tea party
Tea party of the Crazy