An admission to the psych
I guess it lived up to the hype
In a world with no way out
I\'ll go and create my own
I\'m seeing and hearing
Things that really are not there
I\'m wheeled through the doors
In a gurney of a chair
I\'m way too high
To care about what the fuck is going on
I guess I\'m still here
I guess I\'ll keep keeping on
Slipping through the withdrawals
Seeing glitches on the walls
So here we go again
A relapse with an old friend
2 years down the drain
Who knows if I\'ll ever try again
My hands are weak
My voice comes out meek
I tried, oh I tried
To find permanent sleep