E.c.t.
Noise Process
E.c.t.
Locked away inside this little cage
A cell to dwell with no sense of time or place
You think your defending what's right
Just because you don't know what's in my mind
You think I need to hide
Deep inside this little room
Now there's nothing left for you to do
Just because you think you're doing right
Just because you think you're defending humanity
Just because you don't see the things I see
Just because you don't hear the words I hear
No I'm not what you want me to be
Does that make me something you should fear
Electro-shock therapy for me
Wires pasted to my skull
Tie me down. Release the pain
When I wake up I will be sane again.
Just because you don't see the things I see
Just because you don't hear the words I hear
No I'm not what you want me to be
Does that make me something you should fear