Holding Cells For The Living Hell - Stray From The Path

Stop shaking

The medication isn’t taking

My pulse is racing as symphonies of screams down the corridors

And the squeak of the stretcher on linoleum floors fill the air with panic

This place is for the savage

A holding cell for the living hells

The drugged and the damaged

I can’t hear another empty answer

We need a doctor in the room

She’s gone too soon

She’s gone too soon

She used to save me from the monsters underneath my bed

How can I save her from the one that’s in her head?

A chemical imbalance

No diagnosis

Up the dosage

Up the dosage

Your mood is always swinging

Answer, the phone keeps ringing

It’s crossed my mind at least a dozen times

That one day I’ll find you hanging from the ceiling, yeah

One day I’ll find you hanging from the ceiling

She’s gone too soon

She used to save me from the monsters underneath my bed

How can I save her from the one that’s in her head?

In her darkest days

I still carry all the weight

She tried to smile today

But everyone looked away

She tried to change her face

But she still feels the same

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking

Stop shaking