Bedlam.

There is a dark space in everybodys mind.

Where there fears consume them.
Its a scary place where you will find.

Because you don't know from where they stem.

Regulate sanity.
With cocktails of drugs.

Lose your humanity.

Your delusional to think that'd help.

I'd rather feel pain, than nothing.

Undignified.

Dehumanised.

Its signified.

Not realised.

That the zombie in the rocking chair now feels nothing.

Don't tell me that its better this way.
I'd rather be in agony, Anyday.

Keep your Droperidol,

This is one "lunatic" you can't control.