it seems that another day has gone by
me locked up in this crazy house
they say i need prayer
call me a devil
i guess we all see things different
form where we stand
strap up to a chair and then question
i say no more
but to them listen do you hear that
voices crying form the coner
pleding for your help
they should be the ones locked up
not me
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