I came for help
Against my fears
What harm did I ever do to you
I asked for your help
You helped yourself
What harm did I ever do to you
Now I suffer from tardive dyskinesia
All my demons are gone but one
When I look in the mirror I feel ashamed
Moderate suffering replaced with pain
When I go out the children they laugh at me [bad word] the man who drowned in insanity
They assisted the demons that brought me down
Now I look and feel like a clown
So strap me into this chair
Electrocute my head
Then firmly force me down
Lobotomize my mind
Give me pills to make me well
Your [bad word] of [bad word] My thoughts no longer a threat
Until the day of my death

[Lyrics by F. Forsmo]