Mental Hospital

Walls covered in white,
You put up a fight,
And you see a flying kite.

You keep fighting the straitjacket,
Wanting to just fly in a rocket,
And forget you have the key in your own pocket.

All you see is the everything of nothing,
And you're afraid of what's coming,
But all you do is keep humming.

You move from side to side,
As if you were on a mind adventure ride,
And then you remember you were lied.

You keep pushing against the jacket,
But its impossible in your mind to set yourself free,
So you give in and forget about the key.

All you hear is silence,
And it reminds you of all the violence,
and you keep dancing to the thought of pain.

You push harder and harder against the material,
Until your arms hurt and you're dripping in sweat,
But nothing really changed.

Frustration comes into play,
And you wish the past could have stayed,
All that is left to do is pray.

All alone and by yourself you wonder why you?
And try to put together the clues,
Trying to get away from the obvious and the news.

Tears fall down your eyes,
Everything you've tried has been a lie,
You really just feel like you want to die.

And then you get used to the straitjacket,
We stop fighting it and adjust,
As if we needed more than just lust.

We are imprisoned in our own minds,
and we become completely blind,
but we search until answers we can find.

And we give up,
And in our minds we sweeten things with syrup,
More than enough.

The truth is too much to bare,
And the things we have found sound absurd,
so we decide to keep our knowledge altered.

While seeing a flying kite,
You stop putting a fight,
And now you just enjoy the ride.

Forgetting once again about the key in your pocket,
A key that can set you free,
But you decide to keep on your knees.

Frustration comes into play,

And you wish the past could have stayed,

All that is left to do is pray.

Tears fall down your eyes,

Everything you've tried has been a lie,

You really just feel like you want to die.

We are imprisoned in our own minds,

and we become completely blind,

but we search until answers we can find.