The Treatment کے بول

I look inside myself And I feel there's someone else Just a creature with no limit I've llost all moral choice My blood is cold I've lost all my control My blood is cold There's little left of me Voices rip through my head But is nothing familiar to me Broken down and conditioned You'll never understand just who I am My blood is cold I've lost my heart and soul My blood is cold Where is my own free will? Push me under keep me under Stop trying to fuck with me Why have you misplaced me? Why have you forsaken me?