⌈global release⌋ Asylum of Oz (Emerald City Edit)

A heavy quiet pressing Down its presence felt So deep The world outside a Faded blurry town where Secrets often sleep No friendly voice reaches No truly guiding hand Appears Just shifting shadows Whispering through the Lonely years Always alone like every Day my thoughts trying To escape Inside my head (Perhaps… I think) I’m fairly safe But when I step Into the fray The deck is stacked Against my set My stats don’t match The meta Who cares if My stats are O.P. When all you want Is sanity? My mind’s recursive chaos A shipwreck a constant Churning tide adrift In this asylum of Oz With nowhere left To hide Only Schrödinger my feline My lifeline and only Anchor Their vessels pass above Never seeing the wreckage Or the depths I Plunder I’m recursive chaos Confounding whilst astounding Logically leading ya Into the lands of Oz The scarecrow’s flashbacks are Natural ya know The trenches against that Wicked West It’s not a theme Park It’s not your path To glory It leads to poppy Fields where you lie And die Always alone at least These days when I’m Awake inside my head (Perhaps… I think) I’m fairly safe But when I sleep And dream I know That were it real I certainly would die Lucky escapes return me Back to where the Chase began trying to Loose myself inside The crowds the crowds Who’d let the kicking Happen Kicked and kicked Until my final breath My mind’s recursive chaos A shipwreck a constant Churning tide adrift In this asylum of Oz With nowhere left To hide Only Schrödinger my feline My lifeline and only Anchor Their vessels pass above Never seeing the wreckage Or the depths I Plunder I’m recursive chaos Confounding whilst astounding Logically leading ya Into the lands of Oz The Tin Man’s core Now jaded his true Feelings are no more This forced truth a Twisted logic endlessly Surrounding They thought they loved The Wicked West ignoring All its flaws It removed your limbs Called it “healthcare” leaving A gaping open sore Her sweet deceptions Eli Lilly’s poison Addiction labelled cure The lion was never Cowardly he was smart To stay away He saw the Wicked West in her full Glory No Union Jack no Stars no stripe Just a gnarled greedy Smile The West with all Her media and gossiping Winkies Could paint any enemy A coward an idiot Twisting their truth to Isolate them Like him I hide From what I clearly Cannot fight