In the darkness I do tread
Is where I lay my tired head
Where I puke the lies I'm fed
They tried to fix me with a med
That sick pill taste like lead
Strapped me to a metal bed
Perhaps shock therapy instead
Hidden in a rotten shed
They did zap me til I's dead
Beat me
Bruise me
Bleed me
Save me
In the darkness
Painful cāress
My wounds I dress
Stand strong
All along
You aren't wrong
That's the bell
This must be hell
As they look down at meeee
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
In the darkness I do tread
Is where I lay my tired head
Where I puke the lies I'm fed
They tried to fix me with a med
That sick pill taste like lead
Strapped me to a metal bed
Perhaps shock therapy instead
Hidden in a rotten shed
They did zap me til I's dead
Beat me
Bruise me
Bleed me
Save me
In the darkness
Painful cāress
My wounds I dress
Stand strong
All along
You aren't wrong
That's the bell
This must be hell
As they look down at meeee
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