My fingers trace, follow the lines
Bloodred scratches on the walls
Isolate, embracing the darkness
Yet I can hear them scream
Fighting the war inside my head
With my back against the wall
Holding me down, to torch my mind
Shooting the needle into my eye
Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this
Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game
Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay
Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science
Am I insane, gone deranged
I cannot trust my eyes
What to expect, what to learn
So many questions unheard
You feed me acid, burn my skin
Broken limbs, injuries within
As I struggle, try to connect
What's you purpose, what's your plan
Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this
Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game
Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay
Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science
While you stand and wait, I grind my flesh to the bone
While you feast on my pain, and feed the ignorance
While you glutton in wealth, I pay the consequence
Why do you do this to me, what is the gain from this
Is this the saving of your race, or just another losing game
Why do you do this to me, what is the price to pay
Do you find the answers that you seek, in the art of science