Take me away in a straight jacket.
Tell me about the brain cells I'm lacking.
I tried to tell the docs,
tried to convince 'em of my fears.
These walls are yelling in my ear,
can you hear them?
They would tell you
voices chew my insides
but no one believes me.
I see devil eyes when I sleep.
Dark beings roaming the streets,
the sheets have a serpent's tongue,
and the demon in my closet wants a "hug"
These walls laugh at my pain, can't you hear?
They gossip about the dreams,
snickering about screams during daylight.
Red eyes in the nighttime,
the repeated prayers,
the scent of insanity in the air.
Nobody cares,
cause nobody can hear...

Take me away in a straight jacket
and tell me it's my imagination.
I'm schizophrenic, give me medication,
dulling my senses.
I can still feel the presence.
"I have a crooked smile, why are you crying?"
"The smell of death is a beautiful thing."
That's what the voices tell me every day.
Visions etched into my brain,
are carved into the walls that sing.
They fear my sanity has decayed,
but they still can't hear the walls.
Wishing for more pain,
waiting on disaster,
its whispers turn into anger.
It hates to be ignored,
it cries for blood.
I know it's not just a phase
So I look the doc in the face
And tell him the walls would like a taste...

Take me away in a straight jacket.
Crooked smiles
turned into uncontrollable laughter,
I can't remember who the demons are after.
Misery is a pleasure to me.
Hell is a reality.
My dreams are committing casualties
and these walls no longer talk to me.
Paint chipping cold feeling,
I think these walls are scared of me.
They heard the screams,
heard the pleas.
Doc, you should have listened to me.
These walls needed to be pleased.
Hands covered in red,
I laughed as he bled.
Doc should have listened to what I said.
Crooked smile across the face,
these walls told me before
It's scary what a smile could hide...