They say I'm here for my own good...
They found LSD and pot in my blood...
My brain is like an empty shell...
Its like being in my own personal hell...

Am I going insane?..
Whats going on with my brain?..
The t.v. and radio both talk to me...
What can this mean?..
Is all this just in my head?..
The other day i thought I was dead...

Do you think I'll ever get out of this?..
Will things ever be the same again?..
Why do I feel like this?..
I never want to go through this again....

Psycosis...

I'm sitting in here in this weird and strange place...
Without a smile upon my face...
When you bought me in here...
I was filled with fear...

People try to get me to talk...
But all I can do is walk and walk...
I tried to run of the ward...
Because I was scared and bored...

Now they've got me on a section...
They say its for my own protection...
They're giving me all kinds of drugs...
When all i need is lots of hugs...