Whitecoats bring me into a room where the shift from light to darkness takes place
They strap me down, restrain the demon and prepare me for shadow's embrace
Tethered to a needle is the liquid mental feast
And I may not wake a man as I will become the beast

Flay the arm to find the vein
Sedated now yet racked with pain

Isolated by forced silence
Voices remain inside my head
Time is ever drawing nearer
Body made from a ton of lead

Draining fluid from the others
For unknown medical procedures
No sound seeps through the iron curtains
Tortured I scream into the silence

Not really here
Not really existing

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