Eight Years (Prison) LIVE
After Therapy
Trapped in this place for eight years of disgrace
I am wondering what I can do
Lies of salvation that bring my damnation
And tightens the hand of my doom
These chains that bind me where no one can find me
My tortured soul won't be let go
My senses long for the right from the wrong
To feel life like I used to know
No scams to trick it or needles to prick it
An angel too bright to deceive
Thoughts that are spinning behind insane grinning
Mere daydreams for my mind to weave
Demented screaming disrupting my dreaming
The teardrops are falling like rain
I run but fall--I'm attached to this wall
And can't drag the ball and chain
Nobody guards me--I sit and grieve
The key is within my reach but I can never leave
Lines in the walls made when afternoon falls
Mark all my hours of pain
Lines in my spine that were scratched from behind
More when the night falls again
Nothing to do except suffer the moods
That sprang from the seeds I have sown
Cling to the hope I won't swing from a rope
Someday soon I'll be let go