Текст песни
(Verse 1)
The padded walls are soft and white,
They lock the door on me at night.
The doctor says I'm very sick,
He says it's just a mental... trick.
(Pre-Chorus)
The shadows dance upon the wall,
I hear the nurses in the hall...
(Chorus)
He says, "My boy, it's 'Trick or Treat'...
...Now take this pill, it's very sweet."
Is he the treat? Am I the trick?
The medicine, it makes me... sick.
