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[Plazma]
Brain is demented, in a major state of depression
Since the day I was sectioned I was laced with painful
injections
Under intense surveillance so when mental patients
Attempt escapin’, the ventilation releases deadly
vapors
Locked away in a cell, that’s pitch black, completely
dark
I kick back and weeks have passed as I conversate with
myself
Alone in a cage, no hope of escape
Can’t get hold of a blade so I grew my nails long
enough to open my veins
The manic depressed & suicidal, tried to remove my
eyeballs
And made a gallant attempt at snapping my neck
Was on the verge of insanity, then entered the Asylum
Ventured in my mind with plans to never return to
reality
At constant war with the demons within
Waking up in a state with razor cuts through the veins
deep in my skin
And doctors making observations on a constant basis
Patients locked in cages inhaling toxic vapors
Unattractive features, having seizures in the corridors
And I contract diseases, rats are feeding off my rotten
corpse
A decrepit and violent abandoned mental asylum
Where every hospital ward is unattended and silent
The level of corruption’s a cause for concern
‘Cause at night the inmates are sent into the dungeon,
tortured & burned
And patients with self-inflicted fatal wounds
Watching docs in radiation suits taking patients
through to operation rooms

[Possessed]
Even demented in dreams, on the edge of resting in
peace
Knives, rope, pills…euthanasia vending machines
Heroin fiends strapped to a bed of syringes
One way acid-trips when you’re sent to this medicine
clinic
Kept in padded cells and metal cages, mental patients
Shock therapy; high voltage dental braces
At night time I scream myself to sleep
Scared of the crippled man crawling that noone else can
see
A weeping widow, eyes black and miserable
An old lady sits, searching for the future in a
shattered crystal ball
Locked away where crazed doctors don’t wait to operate
I hear voices and they’re all telling me that I’m not
insane
Treatment rooms for the seven sins
Mistaken for gluttony, women with prosthetic limbs
expecting twins
Shedding skins with a carving knife
Involuntary organ donors waking up in a bath of ice
Stark raving mad maniac, ugly looks
Vacant stares, cracked mirrors, masturbate with rusty
hooks
A building that hangs off the edge of a cliff
Spoke of in legend or myth, razors turn rusty left in
the wrist
Mentally sick, resisting my medicine
Dismissing my excellence, my thoughts cover walls
written in excrement
Beneath flickering lights we beg for mercy
I hear relentless ticking yet every clock is stuck on
7:30

[Psiklone]
A twisted hospital haunted by a cold dementia
Doors lock and padded walls turn to spikes that slowly
close together
Can’t break my restraints in half so I chew through my
aching arms
The doctors are eight times more deranged than the
patients are
Panic attacks in the darkness, natural disasters
Psychopaths in barbed wire nooses hang from the rafters
Broken fingernails left grippin’ the ceiling
And your neck collar will explode if you attempt to
breach the perimeter region!
Duct tape preventing communication
Cold sweats in pitch black icy rooms, demented
hallucinations
Phobias taken to their vertical limits
Twisted priests resurrect Satan’s soul through surgical
spirit
Hearts beat so loud you hear them pound as they
palpitate
Sense a sour taste, gargling mouthfuls of scalpel
blades
We all look essentially the same, but I’m mentally
insane
Shouting “It’s ME!” in identity parades
Fallen angels are stuffed into torture chambers and
crushed
Then burned alive into holy water, vapor and dust
Placebos switched for dangerous drugs, disguising the
medicine
I’m highly intelligent, that side of my mind is
irrelevant
Expression is: wide eyes and venereal blisters
I shower in the blood of victims of serial killers
Trapped forever, no way of runnin’ scared
The front door’s left wide open for anyone that wanders
in unaware

[Skirmish]
A patient for seven years yet to see the light of day
A telekinetic mind to set me free from tight restraints
That’s what I keep telling myself, inside my brain
I know I’m a genius, doctors think my mind’s insane
Avoid the dark corners of cells
Powerful vaccuums leading into black holes or portals
to Hell
Forced to torture ourselves for pleasant thinking
Dead security guards are monitoring Closed Circuit
TeleVision
Tracking device embedded in my collar bone
Bloody letters on the wall spelling out the words
“You’re not alone”
Strapped down with a straitjacket and several chains
Wrapped ’round, and welded to the bed’s metal frames
They’re upside down, hung from the ceiling
Unknown creatures live in my flesh, prompting
uncomfortable feelings
Mirrors reflect in black and white
Escape is pointless, all the corridors interconnecting
back to mine
Inmates have half-shaven heads, can’t take the stress
So each arm’s laid to rest on a sharp razor’s edge
Raise the dead on escape attempts shoveling mud
Bathe in depths of AIDS infected bubbling blood
Eternally cursed by immortal life
A schizophrenic, that’s permanently disconnected from
my normal side
So I’ll never be the same… and as soon as I figure it
out
A pill’s placed into my mouth and my memory’s erased

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