set me up in my isolation chamber nice and safe, out of danger left me here with just my anger but it's alright it's alright i've lost the fight and i know i'll never win the war when i'm sitting on the floor of my isolation chamber all i did was tell and they put me in a cell the truth, i guess hurts the masses bullets, bombs, and broken glasses the truth, i guess hurts the difference is enough to condemn they put me in a cell my isolation chamber condemned me straight to hell (all i did was tell) padded walls and straightcoats threw me in, graceless wrecked on the floor, now faceless they confined me to remind me the truth will always hurt