They clip the newspapers, they don't want to frighten me.
Asking me questions
got me questioning my sanity.
They're asking questions, it's the same
questions they always ask,
the little green men in his pen know the
answers.

They keep me drugged to get inside my head, what are they hoping to
find?
I really like the flowers but what did they do with my mind?

And now
I'm slipping through reality,
I'll take my pills and watch the walls
melt.
They say I suffer from insanity.
Just between friends... I'm not
suffering at all.
I kind of like it here.

(Hey, let's make some
friends)
[Sure, what'll we make them out of?]
(The bodies.)

They all speak
so nice to me a plastic smile upon their face,
this Mister Rogers'
neighborhood is making me a basket case.
What do you think about, scream
about, cry about?
The mean little girl in the mirror is laughing.

The
purple pill comes right before they dim the lights.
I've got to get my evil
out, the drugs have got me locked in too tight.

And now I'm slipping through
reality,
I'll take my pills and watch the walls melt.
They say I suffer from
insanity.
Just between friends... I'm not suffering at all.
I kind of like it
here...

Forgotten
I called
It wasn't
My fault

Fade fresh anger
see
why I am
the way I am

running
hiding
trying

to get away from you
away
from me
leave me be just let me be

In a quiet place

far away
from me


Lyrics submitted by OneChaos

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