They whisper that I scream and kick,
A hopeless case the meds can't fix.
The invisible nurses surround me,
Oh, don't take me from my reverie.
I need this place inside my head,
Why do they care when it's left unsaid?
I can't promise I'll be good and sane,
No, that's entirely up to my brain.
Oh, that old electric chair,
No other pain can hardly compare.
Except for the pain of my mangled heart
Which will leave only when I sweetly depart.
Because they blame me for my destination,
Here in this place of incrimination.
I just shake my head, I'm done explaining
That it is my past that deserves the framing.
They strap me to the bed by my hands,
The pain is extreme, but I understand.
Yet I still can't dredge up any self pity,
Because I kind of enjoy the term 'insanity'.
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