The Sanest Are Insane

I realize it's too late To run away, pry away Imprisoned, captive I tore out my eyes In favour of new ones So they prey on me Built me a prison My own hell I tore out my heart In favour of my mind I don't want to feel Little slave, obey They call me to eat I lap up what I can Anything that tastes bitter Accidently ate some lies They taste the best I tore out my tongue In favour of the truth They whisper now I dream in mumbles, Shrieks and murmurs I tore off my ears In favour of sanity So when they come To feed, to eat, to beat There's nothing left To do to me That I haven't done to myself