Don't you love the smell of institution? A sweet chemical concoction  

They wheeled me in at half past two, Strapped to the bed

Gnashing teeth and rolling eyes Don't you love the show though? 

​the tablets get bitter as they dissolve under my tongue 

 

No I won't be sharing during group

The other inmates are so strange 

I like to play therapist during free time

CBT, DBT, psychoanalysis I do it all 

 

 

Don't you know who's in charge here 

Each inmate is discharged in turn 

As they swallow orders from the white coats 

Except me who hides each round stabilizer 

 

Under my tongue and in my nose 

Get me out