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Whose idea was it that you come here? My psychiatrist And what happened that ended up with Your being here in the hospital? The psychiatrist decided that this was the situation for me Did he tell you why? No, the psychiatrist did not Has anybody told you why? I am not completely like other people What do you mean by that? People dislike me because I am not completely like them What is it you're trying to do with your life? Play the piano for people It's twelve o'clock around July But I'm not really sure what day it is I'm feeling like a zombie From these meds they got me taking in I know it's been a while Since I've walked outside on pavement Surrounded by these padded rooms I swear these walls keep caving in But I stay hopeful 'cause I know I'ma be out If I just show improvement inside group Then I'll be freed out Manipulate the doctors Since they think I'm fucking psycho, huh I'll show 'em fucking psycho If they keep playing these games with me Little maggots, they're lucky that I hate it here 'Cause if I did enjoy it I'd be slaughtering from ear to ear Show the nurse what's truly fear Drag her after group into my room and Shove my dick inside her fucking rear I'm a bastard but I know I got talent, momma They mix my Lithium with Xan To keep me balanced, momma They know I have an outburst every couple hours I'm eating pills for pleasure but for freedom I'll devour I'm sick, I know I need some help But none can fucking help this These homicidal urges Make my self-control feel helpless I wanna open doors But I'd much rather open carcasses Welcome to my mind Make sure to tell your friends how dark it is It's really dark in here What, why is it so dark? Yeah I got a past I swear you people love to judge me for it Always talkin' shit It's like your face is always flushing for it Gossip, gossip, gossip You boys chirping like some bitches You should probably put a dress on While you cleaning all the dishes Cocky lil' fuckers I'ma give you something to talk about Let's see how much you're talkin' With this feeding tube inside your mouth Attach you to a needle That's attached to faeces in a pouch I'll use your flesh to coat my couch Then use the rest to craft a blouse My neighbors keep complaining 'Bout the smell that's coming from my house I swear to God they call the cops I'll gut 'em like a mouse I'm a bastard but I know I got talent, momma They mix my Lithium with Xan To keep me balanced, momma They know I have an outburst every couple hours I'm eating pills for pleasure but for freedom I'll devour I'm sick, I know I need some help But none can fucking help this These homicidal urges Make my self-control feel helpless I wanna open doors But I'd much rather open carcasses Welcome to my mind Make sure to tell your friends how dark it is