Medicating

When you wake up to white walls and endless halls

there's an emptiness that echoes through it all

so sit back in your bed, with your mind medicated

and your senses stuck on the sick scent of the dead

You can call for the doctor...it's all you've got anymore.

He's the ticket to the life you had before.

If I could just make them see that I don't need this.

doctor, doctor what am I here for?

can't you see that I don't need this place?

I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all

Is there a way we could maybe, through therapy,

find a way to rate and release me

I just need to be outside, even if supervised

back to my job, back to my life

yes I know what I've done and I regret it every day

if I could make things right, you know i'd find a way

but when I wake up to these white walls

and the endless halls of the hospital

I get lost in the emptiness that echoes though it all

doctor, doctor what am I here for?

can't you see that I don't need this place?

I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all

doctor I cant thank you enough

doctor you wont regret this

doctor, doctor what am I here for?

can't you see that I don't need this place?

I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all