[instrumental]

Where am I?
Where is this place?

What am I?
What is this space?

How did I get here?
How do I get out of here?

Stop asking me, you're hurting me
Stop telling me, you're hurting me
Stop giving me, you're hurting me
Stop caring, stop caring, stop caring
You're hurting me

I must stay where you say
I must do as I am told
If I'm sick, then so are you
Or this makes no sense at all
Malpractice

Stop screening me, you're hurting me
Stop bleeding me, you're hurting me
Stop watching me, you're hurting me
Stop caring, stop caring, stop caring
You're hurting me

Tie me up, shoot me up
Put your needle in my arm
Hold me down with a frown
Your one promise: first, do harm
Malpractice

Stop helping me, you're hurting me
Stop healing me, you're hurting me
Stop treating me, you're hurting me
Stop caring, stop caring, stop caring
You're hurting me

Say, "be so kind, speak your mind"
Then convict me for my thoughts
Hook me up, fuck me up
Call me insane, turned to nought
Malpractice

I don't want to see your face anymore
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I don't want to hear your words anymore
I don't want to trust you, not anymore
I don't want your damn advice anymore

I don't want to be in here anymore
I don't want to come back here anymore
I don't want to be at all anymore
I don't want to live like this anymore
I don't want this fucking life anymore

Rape my body
Rape my mind
Rape my love
Rape my life
Malpractice

[instrumental]

Like stray dogs
In twisted fog
Like the most absurd
Reflection of nothingness

Like lost children
In fiery pentiment
Like the most absurd
Reflection of nothingness

We are a scream
That cannot be
We are a stream
Pure chance, then “me”
We are a dream
Dark, empty and meaningless

Like dead cats
Killed by rats
Like the most absurd
Reflection of nothingness

Like windways
Blowing bloody haze
Like the most absurd
Reflection of nothingness

With sawn-off legs
With hacked-off arms
With sewn-shut mouths
With burnt-out eyes
We cry

We die

And so it was
That on the seventh day
Flaws showed up
Flaws in reasoning
Flaws in seasoning
Flaws in adaptation
It would not bend
It would not break
So they filled it full of holes instead

And so it was
That in the seventh year
Thoughts showed up
Thoughts of treason
Thoughts of intention
Hidden beneath the pavement
It would not defer
It would not confer
So they shut it up, bled it to death

And so it was
That after half its age
It spoke up:

"I am a cog
Cog-ito
Ergo sum"

I will hurt you like you hurt me
I will scar you like you scarred me
I will kill you like you killed me
I will fuck you like you fucked me