I woke this morning with this song in my mind, sweat dripping down my forehead. It's not often I dream of those years locked in a cage. I've done my best to push it into the spare rooms of my mind, because I just can't stand to think about it. They rape you a lot in lock-down, but I bet you knew that. Who is going to believe you? A father killing girl screaming about the guy that...see, I told you I didn't want to go here.
but, there were all those many colored pills. and it makes it all okay.
but, there were all those many colored pills. and it makes it all okay.
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane
Assuring me that I'm insane