1-2-4-3 you've got your hand in torture
  5-6-7-8 how does it make you feel?
  The mind slips, slips, slip, slipping
  Into the darkness, it is lifeless
  The air is thin here and grim here
  Drugged up, caged up, piled up on inhumane
  Insane, so insane
  Out on the farm, no happy songs
  No happy songs, just torture
  Devoid of feeling
  Who, you or them?