Cunnilingus Syndrome Complex II (The Psychological Trauma)

I'm stuck inside this rubber room
Inside this straightjacket I'm bouncing off the walls
I mumble words of wisdom, words of women
Who with one look get us men by the balls

My temptation was walking down my street
My sensation made my knees weak
My damnation stopped my heartbeat
Gods creation wasn't meant for a geek, like me
This women strutted her stuff past my eyes
The curves were kickin had me hypnotized
The look in her face had me paralyzed
And now I'm institutionalized, my oh my

They say I'm doing quite well
I mind my manners and I take my medication
I think it's quite nice here
But I've all but given up my fabrications

I was trembling when she looked deep into my soul
I was crumbling she had filled my hearts hole
I was tumbling my mind would pay the toll
I was stumbling then she crushed me beneath the sole, of her toe
I was troubled this woman was too complicated
But at the sight of her body I was intoxicated
My love was something she never appreciated
Then she left me high and inebriated, and sedated

Sometimes I shake and I shiver
Psychological trauma is like a seizure
Can't get the visions out of my head
Sometimes I think I were better off dead

My accident left me helpless
My permanent mindwarp left me in distress
My amazement left me senseless
My torment left me shamless, what a mess
I've never felt so alive
I've broken the bonds that left me deprived
The odds are against me but I'll survive
I won't breakdown in the drive, I'm alive