Ward 99

You’re lying there, hopeless
Never felt good since you’ve came to hide
You’re lying there, restless
Never belonged to the world outside

Stigmata, invisible chains choked me
A straitjacket is my life pinning me down
Paranoia’s born, what they’ve accused of me
I’m a broken glass, my head with this rusty crown

They’re always right ‘cos they feed me
Unintended to oppress but never to accept
They’re always right ‘cos but not like me
Conforming means prison, exile to the depth

People never stopped bugging me
Impossible to think like them
People never stopped mocking me
Impossible to be like them

Better off dead while breathing
Better off dead thinking for myself…