Tekstovi: Dream Theater. Six Degrees Of Inner Turbulence. The Test That Stumped Them All.

Standing in the darkness
Waiting for the light
The smell of pure adrenaline
Burning in the night

Random blinding flashes
Aiming at the stage
Intro tape begins to roll
Igniting sonic rage

Still they keep me behind these hollow walls
Hoping to find in me
The answers to the test that stumped them all

"The boy is simply crazy
Suffering from delusions
We honestly think that maybe
He might need an institution

He lives in a world of fiction
And really could use some help
We have just the tools to fix him
To save him from himself."

Curled up in the darkness
Searching for the light
The smell of stale sweat and shit
Steaming through the night

Random urine testing
Pills, red, pink, and blue
Counseling and therapy
Providing not a clue

Still they keep me betwen these hollow walls
Hoping to find in me
The answers to the test that stumped them all

"We can't seem to find the answers
He seemed such a clear cut case
We cannot just let him leave here
And put all this work to waste

Why don't we try shock treatment
It really might do some help
We have just the tools to fix him
To save him from himself."