Psyched Out

White plaster walls
Down linoleum lined halls
Where shoes scuffle their way by
All in their places
Blank stares on blank faces
Where eyes hold all their lies
No matter how hard you try
Here your soul forever dies
The psychiatrists pry
They'll make you cry
Secretaries flirt
And gossip on dirt
While patients just sit here and wait
With pills on their plate

A story is told
This patient is something to behold
Black hair all askew
He never gazes at you
Arms crossed tight
His screams pierce the night
Blood stains the walls
A day with him is never dull
Odd as it may seem
His intuition is quite keen
Though no one would know
For it never shows
A heart of gold
He doth hold
Sweet as a flower
Though his looks can be sour
He may be quite shy
But he'd never hurt a fly
Be it as it may
Here he will always stay

This next one's a tricky fellow
He wears the shirt of the brightest yellow
His black pants are nice
Overall he's prim and precise
But don't you be fooled
This psychiatrist can be one evil dude
He is a demon after all
See him lurking through the halls
He'll trick you for sure
Severe pain you'll endure
While his patients stray
Their meds he'll slip away
For his personal pleasures
He's with his secretary forever
And as you can see
This man is not who he seems

Chipper and bright
This secretary is a riot alright
Her heels click and click
She's as thin as a stick
She does her job right
But she's with the psychiatrist all night
With a family at home
She left them all alone
Lost in this place
I can see it in here face
Alas her only way to cope
Is to drink to find hope

As this journey comes to its end
They all must find ways to make amends
Now don't you wait
Just choose their fate