Pain and suffering pounce at the door
They ooze through your skin-- from the walls, from the floor
The stark monotony of the halls and the cells
Where “commitment” means shackles and not wedding bells
Locks and bars cannot prohibit
Malicious intent against oneself
And pharmaceutical drugs cannot inhibit
The soul’s regretful journey
Through its own cranial hell
They battle through life—
Every torturous breath
While freedom for them
Lives only in death
So these talking heads
Lay in hospital beds---
Lay in hospital beds---
It’s not safe where they lie
It’s not safe where they hide…
Scared to be together, terrified of being alone,
They’ve nowhere to stay, but nowhere to go--
Nowhere to stay, but nowhere to go…
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