Tied to my desk

After seven years of convenience

I think that I've finally felt

I think that I've found myself

I think that I've been sold out

Working for a madhouse



Quick doc. put on your smock

his heart has stopped, his jaw's locked

He's fallen from his penthouse home

His nerves have exploded



When I finally got there

It looks as though they beat me here

It had been overlooked

Not quite like in a book

I think I've been sold out

Working for a madhouse