A Paradigm of Reality: Ii. Denial

At last my senses reappear
And now the room becomes all clear
Still feel a bit slow

I can see a doctor talking on
She's convinced that there's something wrong
No, she's wrong

And I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this place
Why can't you see?
I disagree
So I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this place
Can't you hear me?
You've got the key
To take me out

And she's still saying that I am sick
What could that bitch know about me?
Never even had a cold

I don't have the disease she claims I do
Would like to see you curing me through

Try if you dare

I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this place
I know I'm fine
I'm getting out, I'm getting out of this place
I won't resign

And now she's looking for the vein
She's decided to do me the test
The needle is well sharp

Pain in my head
A chilled sensation by negation deliberate

There's a kind of metallic taste inside
What has this quack done...?

Done to me, my arm's bleeding. For what? I think

I'm getting out, getting out of this place
Now you will see
What cannot be
So I'm just getting out, getting off the room
Show the result
You seem exult
Don't tell me that

The results confirm with an emphatic yes

I denied and denied but I was proved wrong
I denied and denied for my own lifelong

Waved all the day to make my way
Waved and strayed to avoid the lone dirty
Truth inside
Flayed my skin before the pain
Afraid of being exposed to the dirty
Truth inside

Waved all the day to make my way
Waved and strayed to avoid the lone dirty
Truth inside
Flayed my skin before the pain
Afraid of being exposed to the dirty
Truth inside