Introvert’s Lament

[Verse]
Became a stranger in his own family
Roaming alone living nomad fantasy
Don’t gimme that “whine, moan” tired slow pity shit
Can’t run from the fact that you’re mentally hideous
You’ve called yourself cosmonaut and cosmophile for fun
Meanwhile your own blood hesitates to call you son
And all because you use your own illness as a crutch
Disgusting, you’re encrusted with ignorance and such
I know it’s not deliberate but get yourself some help
The only human being you are hurting is yourself
Your constant need to make art is noble in sense
However you must take part in growing all your strengths
I concur Savan, necessary change is so due
In order to accomplish this I must kill the old you
Your addled brain has gotten us this far, good job
Your service to the cause and the mission we applause