They put me in this cage, and they tell me that I’m guilty
Of what, I don’t know, but this cage is just filthy
They plan to spill my guts all in the name of science
There’s not much I can do as I struggle in defiance
They tell me to stop shaking, it’s throwing off his steady aim
Not in the mood for playing, and I don’t think that it’s a game
Sharp objects are used to open my rib cage
The doctor is confused when all he sees is solid rage

They put holes in my head, and then they get to fillin’ em
Acid drenches my brain, and erases thoughts of killin’ em
They toy with my mind and the results are undeniable
A weapon of your own design is one that’s most reliable
My essence is gone, DNA reduced to thin strips
Humanity erased at the suggestion of a pinprick
Turn me back to clay, reshape me in your image
Experiment all day the work is never finished

Madness, seeping into my brain
Things that used to live inside of me are sinking down the drain
Madness, seeping into my brain
Things that used to live inside of me are sinking down the drain
Madness, seeping into my brain
Things that used to live inside of me are sinking down the drain
Madness, seeping into my brain
Things that used to live inside of me are sinking down the drain
Things that used to live inside of me are sinking down the drain
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome…

Incredible anger and the resurgence of violent thoughts
I’m feeling so helpless, and I can swear that my mind is lost
I’m caught in the frenzy of the everyday come and go
I’m feeling so empty, and the reason I do not know
I look in the mirror, and all I see is hate
I look on the street and I see the people’s fate
To carry on like sheep, to be the dust in the wind
Cause the game of life is the one that no one ever wins
Caught in the game, since the dice was tossed
Externally focused, but internally lost
Eternally lost in the thoughts that my mind consumes
I’m wondering if mine could be the hand of doom

Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match

Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match
Sew me back up and start again from scratch
The plan and the outcome never seem to match