when we want to get out, they ask what is wrong
how are we feeling, oh how our feelings are strong
and yet we cannot escape the fate that is left
they think that taking our lives is some theft
but that isn't correct, no that isn't so
our minds and lives have left long ago
and we are destitute, waving our hands
saying to them, "Didn't you have some plans?
Didn't you tell us that you had all the answers?
What kind of liars you are, like cancers!"
and woe be unto thee who said our feelings weren't true
look what has happened, look what we have gone through -
hospitalizations and therapy gone wrong,
we keep on singing the same goddamn song
and expect a change, maybe Einstein was right;
nothing is changing, and we're filled with fright.
what is happening to us, what is plaguing our brains?
we are still left to slice open our veins
and all of our lives, we wonder whether
we ever will get out of this thing together.