Bright lights; the room full of padded walls. I slowly open my eyes to realize
The chains I am in.
No one's around just me, my demons,
And the voices talking outside these metal bars. The guard won't let me loose, because I tied a noose to prepare for my death.
They call me psychotic though I'm
Just a little chaotic. They fill me up with all these useless drugs that don't help.
I cry from behind these bars for someone
To hear my plea.
These marks on my arms
Is the reason I'm here so they say,
But what do they want from me when
They're making me fall deeper into the dark.
The doctor comes in please release me from these chains I say, but he just sits and stares as I dare not move.
Pills, pills they claim it will help
Though it just seems to make it worse,
And oh how I feel this is a curse.
No one seems to be okay as I hear the moans next door, and they keep begging for more.
We are nothing, but mental lab rats
For their experiments. We scream In pain
Wanting to become sane, but they just keep us in this bright room consuming
These same old pills. Making the same old deals day, and night.
Oh how they are making us feel
Like we might die, but now I know that they are the reason I'm a little chaotic
And they dare not to care, because we are just the same old mental lab rats.
Playing the same old game as we are
Sold the same cold drugs everyday!