R.E.M.M.A, GAVR DI Заберу

They checkin' on me four times an hour, that's 24/7
Took my shoe laces and every wire [?]
Every time they ask me about my emotions I seem low [?] control
I made a friend today, post traumatic stress ridden soldier
We don't speak, but I notice, not to slam the door when i close it
He afraid of loud noises, me? i'm still hearing voices
Got me lookin' around the room like
(there's plenty ways to do this)
Bed sheet 'round the doorknob, but yeah it might fall off
Rip the curtain off, tie it around the bar up in the wardrobe
I could punch the mirror, slit the wrist, bleed out in the corner
Annoyed & i'm bored of these thoughts, cause they torture
Who does the therapist see, when he needs therapy?
Who does the shrink see, when his mind shrinkin'?
Screamin' for help don't work, they'll tell you ''Be quiet''
Now all this silence is just turning me violent, i wanna