Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence: IV. The Test That Stumped Them All

Standing in the darkness
Waiting for the light
The smell of pure adrenaline
Burning in the night

Random blinding flashes
Aiming at the stage
Intro tape begins to roll
Igniting sonic rage

Still they keep me between these hollow walls
Hoping to find in me
The answers to the test that stumped them all

"The boy's just simply crazy
(Suffering from delusions)
We honestly think that maybe
(He might need an institution)

He lives in a world of fiction
(And really could use some help)
We have just the place to fix him
And to save him from himself!"

Curled up in the darkness
Searching for the light
The smell of stale sweat and shit
Streaming through the night

Random urine testing
Pills red, pink and blue
Counseling and therapy
Providing not a clue

Still they keep me between these hollow walls
Hoping to find in me
The answers to the test that stumped them all

"We can't seem to find the answers
(He seemed such a clear cut case)
We cannot just let him leave here
(And put all this work to waste)

Why don't we try shock treatment
(It really might do some help?)
We have just the tools to fix him
And to save him from himself!"