Demente.

This white room bent on psychotic behaviors
with long needled syringes laughing
Bright lights shinning, illuminating the walls
Not even to consider the time,

Pills being shoved down unwilling throats
villainous smiles provoking sobs
Camera's observing from every corner
Windows thicker than stone,

Demons in white with unclean thoughts
Bandages for cuts that wont heal at heart
Never ending hallways that lead to nowhere
Thoughts reaching that are forced to a stop,

They sit there staring at me
Saying that something has gone wrong
Trapping me in a straightjacket
all restrictions prevailed,

Sitting in a corner screaming till my throat runs dry
They come in with a poison injected
Suddenly all goes black, no escape
And I hear them say "He's gone insane".