Annihilator - WORD SALAD

"White coats swarm about the patient. They've come to see inside his head. White coats say he's incoherent and tell him that he's sick. Straps and restraints don't hold back the horrible visions, and the syrup in the syringe only causes them to melt into a vile blob. They don't understand his monosyllabic utterances, yet the patient babbles on in his foreign tongue... lobotomy." Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall Psychic pain on ice, I hurt Devoid strength my life, inert Anger fills they're shocked me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Word salad, no ballad Word salad, no ballad Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy Prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, I'm no fool Tetanus shot, be sure it's not, I wish I were at school Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void Hatred turned to apathy, led down this black abyss Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss Word salad, no ballad Word salad Woken up from death, nausea Catatonic stupor, anoxia Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away Scourge of god he makes me pay, I shall not live or die Vegetative judgement passed, my only thought to cry