In a cell.. it has white cushions on every side
strapped in a straight jacket
the only freedom I have
lies within the depths of my mind
I'm a captive
They said I was utterly blind
therefore needed medication
to fix what was wrong inside

Outside I see people tripping out
bumping heads into the walls
and leave the spit drooling out of their mouth
People who twist themselves in weird ways
walking around aimlessly
in a way that they were maimed
some would talk to nothing
no one
or get scared because they see things
that aren't there
spirits they called them
some would cut themselves
relentlessly
as if their soul wanted to escape
so why am I here?
Because the insane became sane
the majority defines the definition
and now I'm stuck in a cell
What happened to this world?