Therapy

Artillery

Damned cold light - shines day and night

No windows here to tell - could this be Hell

I'm chained to my bed - asked for confession

It makes me depressed - their search for obsession



Filled with L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see

The caos inside of me - (just) let it be

How long have I been here - it could be months it could be years

And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock



When you're in the Y.S.P.C.A.

Your pain is getting worse everyday

Day and night escape is on your mind

But the exit is not for you to find

You are just another lunatic

Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick

You will be locked in your padded cell

Just to face your own private Hell



They fill my mind with Therapy - so there is no way out

The force of luna's takin' me - I scream but there's no sound

For them my life had just begun - experimenting on and on

In this obsure insanity no heaven sent is saving me



Filled with L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see

The caos inside of me - (just) let it be

How long have I been here - it could be months it could be years

And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock



When you're in the Y.S.P.C.A.

Your pain is getting worse everyday

Day and night escape is on your mind

But the exit is not for you to find

You are just another lunatic

Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick

You will be locked in your padded cell

Just to face your own private Hell