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Lying on the floor of my room

I'm forever condemned to my doom

Shadows dance in the candle light

Whispering words fill me with fright

Straps bind me to hold me still

I'm tied to a starch white bed

The urges in my mind continue to fill

Yet the pills make me feel like lead



My mind isn't what it used to be

I seem to have lost my identity

The voices speak such profanity

Can't see illusion from reality



I don't want to be saved

These eyes have seen to much

My life courageously braved

I'm finally out of touch

Let death overcome me

Call over the screams

Say your final goodbye

Let me rip 'round the seams



My mind isn't what it used to be

I seem to have lost my identity

The voices speak such profanity

Can't see illusion from reality



And now I'm lying here

Cold at the icy stone

Nothing is left to fear

I'm frozen to the bone

I bore out those voices

With a tiny little pen

Now they'll let me rest

They'll never come back again.



My mind isn't what it used to be

I seem to have lost my identity

The voices speak such profanity

Can't see illusion from reality