Chained in these walls, door to door
Gray, the lack of sun
Gray, the mood among us all
Gray and somber each phrase
Share my life with strangers
I shall not see outdoors
Fake smiles and hope
A lie or maybe two or maybe always
Lets eat together and watch the same old channel
Every day repeat yesterday
Am I on the list today? Is it my turn?
Pump me with more pills
To drown the emotions and thrills
I no longer feel or want to
Rehab, oh rehab
Someone new, lost like so many before him
Shrieks of withdrawal, of never again
How many times? Five, but this is the last
Sure, naive, denial we do share
The hope and disappointment
Of familys that refuse to give up
The hope these gray rooms will teach
What we already learned so many times
The halls we pace, maybe for the last time
This is do or die