Therapy
Artillery Lyrics


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Damned cold light - shines day and night
No windows here to tell - could this be Hell
I'm chained to my bed - asked for confession
It makes me depressed - their search for obsession

Filled with L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see
The caos inside of me - (just) let it be
How long have I been here - it could be months it could be years
And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock

When you're in the Y.S.P.C.A.
Your pain is getting worse everyday
Day and night escape is on your mind
But the exit is not for you to find
You are just another lunatic
Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick
You will be locked in your padded cell
Just to face your own private Hell

They fill my mind with Therapy - so there is no way out
The force of luna's takin' me - I scream but there's no sound
For them my life had just begun - experimenting on and on
In this obsure insanity no heaven sent is saving me

Filled with L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see
The caos inside of me - (just) let it be
How long have I been here - it could be months it could be years
And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock

When you're in the Y.S.P.C.A.
Your pain is getting worse everyday
Day and night escape is on your mind
But the exit is not for you to find
You are just another lunatic
Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick




You will be locked in your padded cell
Just to face your own private Hell

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Artillery's song "Therapy" depict the story of a person who is trapped in a mental institution and subjected to various forms of torture and experimentation. The opening lines "Damned cold light - shines day and night, No windows here to tell - could this be Hell" set the tone for the bleak and isolated atmosphere the person has found themselves in. The person is confined to their bed and forced to confess, which only worsens their mental state. The use of L.S.D. by the institution is described as a way for "their cynic eyes to see the chaos inside" and the person is left to cope with the effects on their own.


The lyrics express the person's distress at not knowing how long they have been in the institution and the brutal way they are woken up each day with electroshock therapy. The chorus laments the lack of options for escape, as the person is locked up in their own "padded cell" to face their "own private Hell". Despite the treatment, the institution sees the person as a mere experiment and way to further their therapy techniques.


Overall, the lyrics of "Therapy" paint a picture of a bleak and hopeless situation where a person is trapped and subjected to inhumane treatment with no end in sight.


Line by Line Meaning

Damned cold light - shines day and night
The unrelenting light of this place is disheartening and pervasive, a constant presence without respite.


No windows here to tell - could this be Hell
There are no windows through which to view the outside world, so it is difficult to determine if this is some kind of hellish environment.


I'm chained to my bed - asked for confession
I am physically restrained, an indication of the lack of control I have over my life in this place. I have been coerced into sharing information with these people as well in order to appease them.


It makes me depressed - their search for obsession
The constant prodding and probing into my psyche is taking a toll on my mental health. They seem to be searching for anything to become fixated on or exploit.


Filled with L.S.D. - for their cynic eyes to see
I have been forcibly drugged with LSD, which they are using to observe and further manipulate me.


The caos inside of me - (just) let it be
There is turmoil within me, but there is nothing to be done to remedy it.


How long have I been here - it could be months it could be years
I have no sense of passing time within these walls, and it is impossible to tell how long I have been in this place.


And the way they wake me up - they do it with electro-shock
In addition to the other forms of restraint and control, they are using electroshock therapy to wake me up whenever they see fit, causing both physical and mental harm.


When you're in the Y.S.P.C.A.
The Y.S.P.C.A. stands for the Youth Study Psychiatric Center, an institution in which the artist is currently being held.


Your pain is getting worse everyday
The artist is in constant agony as a result of being in this highly restrictive and punitive environment.


Day and night escape is on your mind
The possibility of leaving, of finding freedom, ever looms overhead for the singer.


But the exit is not for you to find
Although the idea of escape seems ever-present, the reality is that the artist is completely trapped, and there is no way out of this place.


You are just another lunatic
Despite any sense of individuality or personhood, the singer has been reduced to the status of a mindless and insane individual in the eyes of their captors.


Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick
The singer is restrained in a straitjacket and called derogatory names, stripping them of any sense of dignity or respectability.


You will be locked in your padded cell
The singer is locked away in a small, padded cell, completely isolated from the world around them.


Just to face your own private Hell
Ultimately, the artist is left to contend with their own psychological demons and traumas, unable to escape or find relief.


They fill my mind with Therapy - so there is no way out
The staff at the psychiatric center are attempting to forcibly 'treat' the artist's psychological issues, as a means of further control and manipulation.


The force of luna's takin' me - I scream but there's no sound
The overwhelming power and influence of the institution leave the singer voiceless and powerless, even in the face of their own torment and suffering.


For them my life had just begun - experimenting on and on
The singer is reduced to little more than a test subject, on whom they can continue to experiment and observe with impunity.


In this obsure insanity no heaven sent is saving me
Despite any glimmers of hope or faith the artist may have held at some point, they are now fully aware that there is no divine intervention or relief coming for them in this dark and twisted place.




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