| Hate both part of my head
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| And nothing in between
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| Tells me what’s right or wrong
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| They’ve brought me in this cell
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| Full of dopesicked guys
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| There even walls cry
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| But
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| I’ve never deserved it
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| I' ve never asked for it
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| I’ve never wanted to
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| Be threated like a fool
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| I’ve never knew this way
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| A safety belt on me
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| They damn inject in me
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| Something that burns in me…
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| So many voices in my head
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| Many creatures in my brain
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| Many toxins in my cell
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| So many people in my head
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| No mirror, face to face
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| Me and myself
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| They keep an eye on me
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| All the time and I feel
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| Like I’m an animal
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| The doctor said «keep on trying
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| You must pay, you should die»
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| They want me to absorb
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| Substitutes and various pills
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| Untasty products but what is real?
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| Tubes and fluids flow through me
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| They test their medicine on me
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| So many voices in my head
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| Many creatures in my brain
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| Many toxins in my cell
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| So many people in my head
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| No mirror, face to face
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| Me and myself
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| Fighting dope with dope
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| That’s the way they abuse
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| Making me so confused
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| This place I haunt
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| This bed I lay on
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| Hold me down and down…
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| Why they keep me there?
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| Where torment and fear
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| Walk side by side…
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| This asylum I' ll stay in
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| Til' the day I’ll be clean
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| From my blood to my soul
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| Suffering and substitution
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| When prohibition means salvation
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| I mourn the day I could live without
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| This gasoline that makes me live!
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| So many voices in my head
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| Many creatures in my brain
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| Many toxins in my cell
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| So many people in my head
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| No mirror, face to face
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| Me and myself… |