With an icepick ill punch out little bits of brain through the corners of your terrified eyes
And when you quit blinking the demons running down the walls will be senseless shadow puppets
You will shuffle the rest of your life like a deck of cards in a windowless casino
Unable to sense the passage of time
Worry, go ahead and worry because it will be the last time you do
The carpets, paints, and window treatments were selected to sedate you just like the little pills
That rattle around the plastic cups resting on sticky note coasters with names scribbled on them

Mr. Abraham it’s time for your medicine
They say to the mans dumb animal eyes which are as reflective as a cows
and betray just as much intelligence

Welcome to the madhouse, we know its a misnomer
We keep the agression in check here, there isn’t enough to pop a balloon
And our patients here are too high to be insane
Only when they come down in the morning before the orderlys make the rounds
Does that funny little quirk of mental illness show itself

Lean back now, don’t resist, the straps are just a precaution
No need to have your brain fire off a signal to jerk your leg or move your head
The icepick could go too deep and maybe just turn you off like a light