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They wrap me up in Bandages

Keeping water far away

I rock back and forth

To pass away the day



They feed me with a spoon

Feeding me this goopey substance that they insist on calling food

I bite away their hands,

Obviously not in the mood



And I hate how difficult it is to sit up

Oh, how I feel like a turtle with no arms

And I must tell you this,

That when I bite holes into my Keepers hands, off go the Alarms.



And because all my Keepers now have stitches

I am forced to wear this muzzle

And I can't believe its still on

Only because I can't figure out its horrendous puzzle



And then my Doctor comes into my cushioned room

"My dear, you got problems." he says, he thinks he can help me.

To my delight he takes off my muzzle so I can talk

And I say "The only reason I have problems is because you refuse to set me free."



He eventually leaves, completely fustrated

And my paranoid Keepers equipped me with the muzzle once more

And just like every single day, they shut the door

and leave me here, to lay on the floor.



Throughout the night, I conjure up a plan

I already know it's not going to work

But it's worth a shot, or so I thought.

I roll to the shadowed corner, where I shall lurk.



And I slowly came to realize

As I inched up the cold, cold walls

That even if I were to stand up tall

I would only then fall



For these windows are barred

And the sun is now already too bright

And if I were to somehow get out of this cellar

My Keepers would be waiting there, to shoot me on sight.



I have no freedom out there,

But as equal to what I have in here

And if I did escape here alive,

I would only then live in a paranoid fear.



My skittish Keepers walk into my room

They remove my muzzle and I lunge to bite off his cheek

I laugh and run towards the door, only to get thrown to the floor

And I lay there, stiff, thinking I'll play dead and just pretend

In this Insane Asylumn....