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
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...
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