4. Therapy 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