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Whose idea was it that you come here?
 My psychiatrist
 And what happened that ended up with
 Your being here in the hospital?
 The psychiatrist decided that this was the situation for me
 Did he tell you why?
 No, the psychiatrist did not
 Has anybody told you why?
 I am not completely like other people
 What do you mean by that?
 People dislike me because I am not completely like them
 What is it you're trying to do with your life?
 Play the piano for people
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 It's twelve o'clock around July
 But I'm not really sure what day it is
 I'm feeling like a zombie
 From these meds they got me taking in
 I know it's been a while
 Since I've walked outside on pavement
 Surrounded by these padded rooms
 I swear these walls keep caving in
 But I stay hopeful 'cause I know I'ma be out
 If I just show improvement inside group
 Then I'll be freed out
 Manipulate the doctors
 Since they think I'm fucking psycho, huh
 I'll show 'em fucking psycho
 If they keep playing these games with me
 Little maggots, they're lucky that I hate it here
 'Cause if I did enjoy it
 I'd be slaughtering from ear to ear
 Show the nurse what's truly fear
 Drag her after group into my room and
 Shove my dick inside her fucking rear
 I'm a bastard but I know I got talent, momma
 They mix my Lithium with Xan
 To keep me balanced, momma
 They know I have an outburst every couple hours
 I'm eating pills for pleasure but for freedom I'll devour
 I'm sick, I know I need some help
 But none can fucking help this
 These homicidal urges
 Make my self-control feel helpless
 I wanna open doors
 But I'd much rather open carcasses
 Welcome to my mind
 Make sure to tell your friends how dark it is
 It's really dark in here
 What, why is it so dark?
 Yeah I got a past
 I swear you people love to judge me for it
 Always talkin' shit
 It's like your face is always flushing for it
 Gossip, gossip, gossip
 You boys chirping like some bitches
 You should probably put a dress on
 While you cleaning all the dishes
 Cocky lil' fuckers
 I'ma give you something to talk about
 Let's see how much you're talkin'
 With this feeding tube inside your mouth
 Attach you to a needle
 That's attached to faeces in a pouch
 I'll use your flesh to coat my couch
 Then use the rest to craft a blouse
 My neighbors keep complaining
 'Bout the smell that's coming from my house
 I swear to God they call the cops
 I'll gut 'em like a mouse
 I'm a bastard but I know I got talent, momma
 They mix my Lithium with Xan
 To keep me balanced, momma
 They know I have an outburst every couple hours
 I'm eating pills for pleasure but for freedom I'll devour
 I'm sick, I know I need some help
 But none can fucking help this
 These homicidal urges
 Make my self-control feel helpless
 I wanna open doors
 But I'd much rather open carcasses
 Welcome to my mind
 Make sure to tell your friends how dark it is