Cold Steel Doors

Psyche ward blues

As the cold steel doors close
Automaticly locking behind me
I stare down a gray bleak hallway
I enter into the depths of a living hell
Kicking and screaming
I find myself in a padded cell
My manic thoughts are racing
Full speed ahead
The nurses rush in
With a needle to subdue me
I fight with all that is left in me
A stinging prick I feel in my arm
The tranquilizer takes effect immediately
I try to get up
I stagger and fall
Into an unwelcomed slumber
Depression succumbs me
I feel so violated
As I awaken in this eerie place
Soon they come for me
Unlock the door
Show me to my assigned room
It's cold and gray like the hallways
Not even a picture upon the walls
Just a bed with bleached white sheets
A solemn chair near an encaged window
To my dismay
The view is the hospital parking lot
I wonder how long I'll be here this time
Singing the psyche ward blues