They made my mind like a cage with no way to escape. Doing pseudo-science and changing my brain. Total psychedelic exposure, drip acid in my drink see if I can keep my composure. Somebody’s coming for me. Something’s coming for me. Rewrite the mind, change the self, turn into someone else. Mind control takes its toll, leaves you less than whole. I had no choice in this, my mind was made up for me. I’ve forgotten my own name, but the voices in my head can make one up for me. Somebody’s coming for me, I can’t tune it out. Somebody’s coming for me, they won’t let me out. Call me delusional, but I know what they did. They forced poison in my veins, and told me I was insane. I'm just paranoid, that's what the doctor said, but I hear footsteps at my door, maybe they'll believe me when I fall from the teeth floor