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Whitecoats bring me into a room where the shift from light to darkness takes place

They strap me down, restrain the demon and prepare me for shadow's embrace

Tethered to a needle is the liquid mental feast

And I may not wake a man as I will become the beast

Flay the arm to find the vein

Sedated now yet racked with pain

Isolated by forced silence

Voices remain inside my head

Time is ever drawing nearer

Body made from a ton of lead

Draining fluid from the others

For unknown medical procedures

No sound seeps through the iron curtains

Tortured I scream into the silence

Not really here

Not really existing