Under the Psychic Scalpel

In panic awake Tied up in a dreadful place Past events Veiled in a drunken haze Just as the shadows Gathered at my sanity's gallows And this bed The electric chair for my independence A true freak of nature We now observe Psychic scalpels Under this righteous light An outsider Incomplete in every way Bend it to shape Break it just to see if it bleeds Electric shocks Questions, answers and drugs Surgical operations Possibly just hallucinations Every memory of me Every single living cell Seemingly reconstructed Into living breathing hell Hypnosis by words Intoxicating empathy And I'm starting to believe The patient has escaped