This bullet to the head didn't work
What the fuck happened
Laying on the cold stretcher
In a white room
Strapped down
Faced down
Losing the joy of movement
Struggling physically and mentally
Trying to break the chains that bind me
My cries for help go unheard
As it echoes through the black halls
But evryone else has passed their expiration date
Why am I still alive
Why am I still alive