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....
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