The Treatment - Sepultura

I look inside myself

And feel there’s someone else

Just a creature with no limit

I’ve lost 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 right through my head

But it’s 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?