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These Bitter Shackles Of Sanity |
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Written by Rachelle
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Monday, 27 July 2009 |
Wrapped up in eternal embrace with myself,
they tell me this torture's the cure.
They'll rid me of the madness they say,
they'll make my sick mind pure.
I'm stuck inside this soft room,
I'm bouncing off the walls.
I hear the doctors laughing,
standing out in the concrete halls.
I don't think I'm a patient,
no I'm a victim instead.
And the only reason they have for this torment
is they think that I'm fucked in the head.
I may have committed a few crimes,
but I was just getting my monthly fill.
What's wrong with a person just going out
to perform their monthly kill?
It was just a harmless hobby,
and now I'm a slave to their drugs.
These "doctors" with their degrees
are nothing more then thugs.
If I ever committed a sin
I'd have to guess it's vanity.
And just because I'm better then them
they put me in these bitter shackles of sanity.
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Last Updated ( Sunday, 02 August 2009 )
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