Medicating

When you wake up to white walls and endless halls
There's an emptiness that echoes through it all
So sit back in your bed, with your mind medicated
And your senses stuck on the sick scent of the dead

You can call for the doctor, it's all you've got anymore.
He's the ticket to the life you had before.
If I could just make them see that I don't need this.

Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
Can't you see that I don't need this place?
I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all

Is there a way we could maybe, through therapy,
Find a way to rate and release me
I just need to be outside, even if supervised
Back to my job, back to my life
Yes I know what I've done and I regret it every day
If I could make things right, you know I'd find a way
But when I wake up to these white walls
And the endless halls of the hospital
I get lost in the emptiness that echoes though it all

Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
Can't you see that I don't need this place?
I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all

Doctor I can't thank you enough
Doctor you won't regret this
Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
Can't you see that I don't need this place?
I don't need these walls, I'm no threat at all