| Standing in the darkness
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| Waiting for the light
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| The smell of pure adrenaline
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| Burning in the night
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| Random blinding flashes
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| Aiming at the stage
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| Intro tape begins to roll
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| Igniting sonic rage
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| Still they keep me between these hollow walls
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| Hoping to find in me The answers to the test that stumped them all
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| «The boy is simply crazy
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| Suffering from delusions
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| We honestly think that maybe
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| He might need an institution
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| He lives in a world of fiction
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| And really could use some help
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| We have just the place to fix him
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| To save him from himself"
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| Curled up in the darkness
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| Searching for the light
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| The smell of stale sweat and shit
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| Streaming through the night
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| Random urine testing
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| Pills red, pink and blue
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| Counseling and therapy
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| Providing not a clue
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| Still they keep me between these hollow walls
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| Hoping to find in me The answers to the test that stumped them all
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| «We can’t seem to find the answers
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| He seemed such a clear cut case
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| We cannot just let him leave here
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| And put all this work to waste
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| Why don’t we try shock treatment
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| It really might do some help
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| We have just the tools to fix him
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| To save him from himself" |