All Bets Off - Saint's Mary Children текст песни

This sunny day, this darkened room I'm lonely, choking, I wanna go home This sense of impending doom medication takes hold and my thoughts roam in an 8x12 pale green tomb detrimental notions won't let me be outside the gates, the demons loom I'm only 17, god set me free set me free four point restraints thorazine for that temper I refuse to admit that I belong here isolation