Strapped to this chair, thrashing and screaming
I was wrongly accused of something so scary
But I know nothing of it but one thing;
I didn’t do it! Someone believe me.

Surrounded in this asylum by people who belong
There’s the ones who don’t talk, like me.
There’s a whole bunch of different people here.
They’re sick, and twisted. But I am not.

Alone in my cell I cry, I sob for hours on end
I don’t eat and I don’t sleep, I don’t deserve that
I don’t deserve anything that’s here,
I refuse anything given to me, I don’t want it!

Where is my family? Why haven’t they helped?
Why haven’t they brought me home?
They should’ve showed up by now, right?
Do they even miss me? Or notice I’m gone?

I leave this cell to another room,
A big white room where a man sits.
He talks to me, like some therapist;
But I have nothing to say, I’m not crazy.

His soothing voice is someone comforting
He talks for long periods of time.
I guess he believes in God with the things he says
He keeps telling me I’m ****** to hell.

I’m not crazy. My mind keeps saying,
And this guy keeps telling me I am.
He says I’ve done something terrible
But it’s something I wouldn’t ever do.

The reason my family hasn’t called?
He tells me this with such honesty;
That I killed them all, one by one
And I did it with a smile on my face.

But I remember mom’s peaceful sleeping face
And dad took my little brother out that night
I wouldn’t dare to hurt my family
I’m not a murderer, I’m not a killer.

I can’t remember the last time I smiled.
I haven’t smiled in years, I’ll bet.
It doesn’t matter what happened at home
Because I’ve been here my whole life.

Insanity is denial, some idiot told me
The thing about this place, though
Is that they could tell me whatever they want
And they would force me to believe it.

The first day I was here I was unhappy
They called me ****** ***** all the time
Said unthinkable things that make my skin crawl.
But it’s a lie, and no one will ever believe me.