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Standing in the darkness,

waiting for the light.

The smell of pure adrenaline

burning in the night.

Random blinding flashes

aiming at the stage.

Intro tape begins to roll,

igniting sonic rage.

Still they keep me,

between these hollow walls,

hoping to find in me the answers

to the test that stumped them all.

"The boy is just simply crazy,

suffering from delusions.

We honestly think that maybe

he might need an institution.

He lives in a world of fiction

and really could use some help,

we have just the place to fix him

and to save him from himself!"

Curled up in the darkness,

searching for the light.

The smell of stale sweat and shit

streaming through the night.

Random urine testing,

pills red, pink and blue.

Counseling and therapy

providing not a clue.

Still they keep me

between these hollow walls,

hoping to find in me the answers

to the test that stumped them all.

"We can't seem to find the answers,

he seemed such a clear cut case.

We cannot just let him leave here

and put all this work to waste.

Why don't we try shock treatments,

it really might do some help?

We have just the tools to fix him

and to save him from himself!"