I'm told that the asylum is comforting, no sound
With thick padding eliminating pain, concussions
But I'm chained in a corner, made silent, broken
Covering my mouth, in a straitjacket I'm secured
Please stuff me in a box, bury me in the ground
All my future is over, beyond any real discussion
My thinking life ended, I'm a sorrow unspoken
I am the journey of madness unexplored
