Assemblage 23 - Straightjacket (1988) lyrics

The walls are closing in The ceiling's falling down The air is growing thin And noise is all around Too much pressure from above Too much pushing from behind Throbbing organs, boiling blood The gears of mental illness grind Paranoia rots the brain Slowly drives a man insane Worries will remain confined If there's no exit to your mind Something in there will explode Blow a fuse or lose control If there isn't some way out Beyond the hate and fear and doubt Intimidating faces frown Shout commands and reprimands Six feet underneath the ground If no-one meets with their demands No-one will hear cries for help Resisting only makes them mad The faces fade, distort, and melt You're not the worst they've ever had What's that noise under my bed Who's the voice inside my head Who's telling secrets about me While loading their gun quietly? Shut up and listen to yourself This can't be too good for your health You lock yourself up all alone Shut off the lights and unplug the phone Paranoia rots the brain Slowly drives a man insane Worries will remain confined If there's no exit to your mind Something in there will explode Blow a fuse or lose control If there isn't some way out Beyond the hate and fear and doubt Maybe someone's watching now Tracking every single move You're all alone but still somehow Feel a presence behind you Always dirty and never clean The stain that just won't go away Washing skin until it bleeds It doesn't have to be this way Paranoia rots the brain Slowly drives a man insane Worries will remain confined If there's no exit to your mind Something in there will explode Blow a fuse or lose control If there isn't some way out Beyond the hate and fear and doubt Paranoia rots the brain Slowly drives a man insane Worries will remain confined If there's no exit to your mind Something in there will explode Blow a fuse or lose control If there isn't some way out Beyond the hate and fear and doubt