…It's been a while
Since I've opened my curtains
To see the lives of civilizations hurting
Squirming for food
My worlds abstract with many mood swings
When I was just a child I used to think I could move things
With my mind and a kind Indian man named Tashawa
He mad me think that what I saw was so natural
Fractions of casual smirks and grins
Lets pretend again friend
Tomorrow we can come back by today lets make a mends and land
Everything in complex context
As the world listens to a complex hour glass
Frozen sand as Time sits still
Bed ridded in a whole taking way to many pills
To calm the pain
And stop the shaking
Call it tame feed the fire now
Ambers breaking and cracking
Sadly it's happening again
Heart racing attacking
Songs without backing
As I stare amongst the pictures on the wall I drew inside the factory
Outside everyone's famous 
Inside were calm 
Drugged and nameless
Numbers 2, 7, 11, 5 and 6 were my best friends
Before the lost there patients Haldol made them robots
Buying machines
One hundred dollars a month to make them speak a proper sentence
The weaker we get
The larger the cheque gets
Welcome to hell psyc ward room eleven
Maybe I'm just lost and dreaming in heaven
But please believe me when I say it's them…