Straightjacket (1988)

The walls are closing in
 The ceiling's falling down
 The air is growing thin
 And noise is all around
 Too much pressure from above
 Too much pushing from behind
 Throbbing organs, boiling blood
 The gears of mental illness grind
 Paranoia rots the brain
 Slowly drives a man insane
 Worries will remain confined
 There's no exit to your mind
 Something in there will explode
 Blow a fuse or lose control
 If there isn't some way out
 Beyond the hate and fear and doubt
 Intimidating faces frown
 Shout commands and reprimands
 Six feet underneath the ground
 If no one meets with their demands
 No one will hear cries for help
 Resisting only makes them mad
 Faces fade, distort, and melt
 You're not the worst they've ever had
 What's that noise under my bed?
 Who's the voice inside my head?
 Who's telling secrets about me
 While loading their gun quietly?
 Shut up and listen to yourself
 This can't be too good for your health
 You lock yourself up all alone
 Shut off the lights and unplug the phone
 Paranoia rots the brain
 Slowly drives a man insane
 Worries will remain confined
 There's no exit to your mind
 Something in there will explode
 Blow a fuse or lose control
 If there isn't some way out
 Beyond the hate and fear and doubt
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 Maybe someone's watching now
 Tracking every single move
 You're all alone but still somehow
 Feel a presence behind you
 Always dirty and never clean
 The stain that just won't go away
 Washing skin until it bleeds
 It doesn't have to be this way
 Paranoia rots the brain
 Slowly drives a man insane
 Worries will remain confined
 There's no exit to your mind
 Something in there will explode
 Blow a fuse or lose control
 If there isn't some way out
 Beyond the hate and fear and doubt
 Paranoia rots the brain
 Slowly drives a man insane
 Worries will remain confined
 There's no exit to your mind
 Something in there will explode
 Blow a fuse or lose control
 If there isn't some way out
 Beyond the hate and fear and doubt