Lyrics 5150 - sKitz Kraven

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

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