• No, I didn't want this.
    No, how did I get here?
    No, I want to go back.
    Here, I wear a straitjacket.
    Here, I am entombed.
    Here I lay, a mummy
    Silently awaiting my doom.
    When will I be enbalmed?
    When will they perfom the sacrificial rites?
    Maybe, I am going crazy.
    But maybe, that's all right.
    You know, once you've been here awhile
    It gets harder to tell the difference
    Between what's real
    And what's not.
    Between the staff
    And the insane.
    Welcome to the Mental Hospital.
    Will you be staying awhile?