Solitary Psychosis

Medicate the masses the answer.
Maybe I would'nt be here if they got to me sooner.
Maybe not, Maybe its nature.

My mind is a prison, (I hate it here)
My cell, not solitary, (Theres voices here)

These halls so dark at night,
These jackets fit so tight

Let's watch the world decay as my life stains these walls
Solitary I grow old
On my own, I scream alone.

Medication, Medication
I will never again taste freedom.

Everyday I struggle to believe,
But who can stop me when thoughts decieve?

Smear my memories against these padded walls,
Like the blood that paints my life,
The exit that rules the future calls,
Calls me pass its rigid frame.
(Medication for Gratification)

Like the passions that took me from home
Is the sin that seperates my flesh from bone,
So are the desires that light these bones afire.

Like an apparition of my sanity these visions dance so daintily in the back rooms of my mind.
Still insecure with everything I knew I would never be
I died and left behind this ghost of me.
A picture of my careless face.

Look at me
What do you see?
Look at me
What do you see?
Am I so tragic?
What do I merit beneath my face?
Try to scrape away the filth,
Still I havent proved myself.

Could anyone see what I am?
Beneath the bloodshot eyes of a battered boy.

This box, my box,
Is padded by hundreds of lifeless faces and stares
All my good times,
the times I did'nt care

Angry and grieving now,
they never shut their eyes.

Never shut their eyes,
stop the stares and let me rest.

It's funny now,
I've lost my mind
It was funny how my mother cried

Now I see I could have died.
It's funny how I got here.

The things I said were never fair.
It's funny that I am here,
but I really don't care.