It is sport to them, they are fools
They suspect they know the cause
Of my madness
They know nothing at all
I obey their command
I obey the rules
I follow every law
Still they aim to crush me
To teach me lessons
About my madness
But they are ignorant
They are cruel
They know nothing
Not me, not my life
And oh
How they predict my fall
To them it is a game
They shout with glee
Let us hear the applause
For this fool in our hands
He is finished with treatment
Now we will place him in a cell
For months on end
With no contact
We hope to break him
To crush his spirit
To steal the hope from his mind
And lead him to a decision
Found in a round room
He will be consumed
Like everyone else
Who will not acquiesce
I obey the rules
I follow every law
Still they aim to crush me
To teach me lessons
About my madness
But they are ignorant
They are cruel
They know nothing
Not me, not my life
And oh
How they predict my fall
To them it is a game
They shout with glee
Let us hear the applause
For this fool in our hands
He is finished with treatment
Now we will place him in a cell
For months on end
With no contact
We hope to break him
To crush his spirit
To steal the hope from his mind
And lead him to a decision
Found in a round room
He will be consumed
Like everyone else
Who will not acquiesce
