Drenched in darkness, drowning your mind The contract of your death, has just been signed In a place of freaks, of the most grotesque form Fed l.s.d., to fit in with the ward Minutes seem like hours, over a period of time From the electrical pressure, he is unable to realize Philosophy-a way to do it Psychology-can you get through it Autopsy-cut you open Technology-is unspoken He has been confined, the first and last time By people scared to be, told about reality Scared of the truth, mankind loves lies To cover its insecurities, the purpose of peace defied The brain is the control, but easily deceived Sometimes operates off others, and what they believe Philosophy-a way to do it Psychology-can you get through it Autopsy-cut you open Technology-is unspoken.