Beyond these walls, you know nothing, beyond these walls
Voices dance at their own rhythm, at their own accord, without command, without decency
Tell me what it is...
Loud and clear I need to hear
tell me what it is I need
there's no fun in this game
Don't come around, don't make a sound.
Stay out of sight, stay out of mind, if you ever believed in anything.
Don't come around don't make a sound. We can't breathe the same air.
It's like I can feel your malasis like movement, clogging and spreading, more than before.
Feeble-minded waste of space
You couldn't think without changing pace
I bet the books you'd lose to your lace
No medical issue, just a special case
And to think I'd give up landing on all fours for you
You'd probably tell the cops a lie to have me black and blue.
This sort of thing puts people in the padded room
Your elements and evidence, the only things that loom