Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Darkness. All I see is darkness. Suddenly, a strange and outcasted light shocks the frigid air in the cell that I call home. I can't think straight, but I can still sense the entities around me....calling out for help....screaming in pain. Those sounds bring great joy to me....Make it stop! This driving headache won't go away. Locked up in a zoo with caged animals. Why me? I can't escape. I can't even have good food. Oh lord if i was freed, I'd make cupcakes out of all these unfortunate souls. They call themselves intelligent....I call them ingredients.
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?
Besides the noise, there are the musical instruments they respond to. In the background of my laughing is the music of medical tools, bone cutters, scalpels, and a whole assortment of knives and "fine dinnery along with the rest of the orchestra of instruments I used to play. The people in white think that if they torture us long enough, we'll grow sane and be thrown out to the new confinement of society. Those angels of death haven't come for me yet, but I'm afraid they will. The more fear instilled in my mind, the more frantic I become to leave this hellhole. I wouldn't want to become the secret ingredient in my cupcakes. The door just made a sound...A rusty sound that what would be for you what nails on a chalkboard sounds like.Just this horrifyingly joyful sound that welcomes me to my doom. I try to crawl away to the safety of the shadows, but they grab my ankles. It's over. I'm over.
Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill is such a friendly word
Seems the only way for reaching out again!
I try so hard to stay hidden, but I'm being dragged out. I can't see who it was. I only saw the hems of their white clothes blending into my pale ankle. My skin is so fresh compared to some of the others. I can't breathe! Suddenly, the world seems so black and far away. It's too much..I open my eyes to see a bloodied medical light staring back at me. I struggle to no avail. I am taped with leather to the table. Just like Christ when he was crucified, I waited there for my time to leave this world into the next. I couldn't stop laughing. Life as I know it was being torn out of me with every desperate humorous gasp for air. Even when I was torn apart, I couldn't stop. This was so pitiful and amusing. Life was so pitiful and amusing. Watching it end was like a horrific comedy...that's how I ended up here.....in this Sanatarium.....
Sanatarium, leave me be
Sanatarium, just leave me alone....
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Darkness. All I see is darkness. Suddenly, a strange and outcasted light shocks the frigid air in the cell that I call home. I can't think straight, but I can still sense the entities around me....calling out for help....screaming in pain. Those sounds bring great joy to me....Make it stop! This driving headache won't go away. Locked up in a zoo with caged animals. Why me? I can't escape. I can't even have good food. Oh lord if i was freed, I'd make cupcakes out of all these unfortunate souls. They call themselves intelligent....I call them ingredients.
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?
Besides the noise, there are the musical instruments they respond to. In the background of my laughing is the music of medical tools, bone cutters, scalpels, and a whole assortment of knives and "fine dinnery along with the rest of the orchestra of instruments I used to play. The people in white think that if they torture us long enough, we'll grow sane and be thrown out to the new confinement of society. Those angels of death haven't come for me yet, but I'm afraid they will. The more fear instilled in my mind, the more frantic I become to leave this hellhole. I wouldn't want to become the secret ingredient in my cupcakes. The door just made a sound...A rusty sound that what would be for you what nails on a chalkboard sounds like.Just this horrifyingly joyful sound that welcomes me to my doom. I try to crawl away to the safety of the shadows, but they grab my ankles. It's over. I'm over.
Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill is such a friendly word
Seems the only way for reaching out again!
I try so hard to stay hidden, but I'm being dragged out. I can't see who it was. I only saw the hems of their white clothes blending into my pale ankle. My skin is so fresh compared to some of the others. I can't breathe! Suddenly, the world seems so black and far away. It's too much..I open my eyes to see a bloodied medical light staring back at me. I struggle to no avail. I am taped with leather to the table. Just like Christ when he was crucified, I waited there for my time to leave this world into the next. I couldn't stop laughing. Life as I know it was being torn out of me with every desperate humorous gasp for air. Even when I was torn apart, I couldn't stop. This was so pitiful and amusing. Life was so pitiful and amusing. Watching it end was like a horrific comedy...that's how I ended up here.....in this Sanatarium.....
Sanatarium, leave me be
Sanatarium, just leave me alone....
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