Disturbia

The madhouse Disturbia

This room soo white and cold
makes me crazy, where should I go?

People in robes comes to see me
they stick needles in me that makes me dizzy.

They call this place 'Disturbia' and why I understand.
Everyday they take blood from us till we faint.

I pray to God but he doesn't hear me.
I never sleep in the nights, I just cry.

This prisons ghost they haunt us,
they put voices in our heads.

The workers throws us into freezing cold bathes,
holds down our heads.

They give us pills that makes us see...