White coats swarm about the patient. They've come to see inside his head.

White coats say he's incoherent and tell him that he's sick. Straps and

restraints don't hold back the horrible visions, and the syrup in the syringe

only causes them to melt into a vile blob. They don't understand his

monosyllabic utterances, yet the patient babbles on in his foreign

tongue... lobotomy."



Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void

Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall

Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall



Psychic pain on ice, I hurt

Devoid strength my life, inert

Anger fills they're shocked me back

White corpses turn to black

I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all



Word salad, no ballad

Word salad, no ballad



Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy

Prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, I'm no fool

Tetanus shot, be sure it's not, I wish I were at school

Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void

Hatred turned to apathy, led down this black abyss

Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss



Word salad, no ballad

Word salad



Woken up from death, nausea

Catatonic stupor, anoxia

Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence

Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence

Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away

Scourge of god he makes me pay, I shall not live or die

Vegetative judgement passed, my only thought to cry