[Miasma Cover] Feel the pain creeps through my veins, Close my eyes and see this face. What's this feeling, which cannot be named? Try to escape this deadly race. Realize I know it, face abhorrent feelings, Endeavour to name it, call it schizophrenia. Voices give me orders, I just obey, Went to a psychiatrist, he called it schizophrenia. Wardens with straight-jackets, before I distinguish, Force my hands on my back: "He's got schizophrenia.", Put me in a cell. I don't know what that helps. Scholars pass me by: "Another case of schizophrenia". Sit in my cell, but I'm not alone, They speak to me, try to persuade Me that I shall get out of this hole, But there's just one way to evade: Kill myself and meet with them. This promise seems to me like heaven. "Come and follow us!"