No Cure

Being held, against your will
If you scream, you get a pill

Straps so tight,around my wrist
My baby blues,filled with mist

I want out ,of this pure hell
They have me,under their spell

I tell them the voices talk
They smile and click the lock

Left alone in this white room
Alone to deal with evil doom

The doctors say I'll be fine
It will take some work and time

They don't get it,never will
You can't cure me with a pill