Sitting in a huge white room
padding on the walls
thinking to myself
why i live this life at all
the jacket that I'm wearing
is just a bit to tight
the straps they use to pin me down
make it heard to sleep at night
the people that are in here
are nothing like me
i don't understand
why I'm not out there living free
I'm always getting pills
and shots to calm me down
they say i wont get better
and its forcing me to frown
so i am kind of mad now
the doctors have to pay the price
they wont let me see my family
and thats not very nice
so i grab from under my mattress
a knife for show and tell
and ill give the mean old doctors
a bitter taste of hell
walking down the hall
in my gown i hold the knife
the doctors will lose their lives
for not letting me live my life
the doctors look surprised
their eyes are open wide
they see the glisten of the knife
that i no longer need to hide
they try to run away
as if it is a race
but i slash them when they pass me
as i laugh straight to their face
laying all around me
blood pools on the floor
the doctors are all dead now
they cant hurt me anymore
now the door is locked
security finds the key
they look at all the doctors
in a circle around me
i gave them back the knife
my clothes are bloody and wet
they give me another shot
and say I'm still not better yet
