This song is a deeply personal reflection on my experiences being institutionalized throughout my lifetime while trying to deal with bipolar-disorder. I recount the trauma, despair, and sense of abandonment I felt within those walls. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of life inside the institution. 

The song's title, inspired by Ken Kesey's classic novel, aptly captures the feeling of being trapped and losing one's grip on reality.

I recall the "shadows that play" on the walls, the "shattered minds" and "echoes of madness" that haunt the corridors. The chorus conveys the overwhelming sense of confinement and fear I felt, with the repeated phrase "one flew over the cuckoo's nest" becoming a haunting refrain. 

The bridge offers a glimpse into the desperation and powerlessness I felt, but the outro reflects on my journey towards healing and freedom. This song is a raw and emotional account of my experiences, and I hope it resonates with those who have faced similar struggles.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]  
Sixteen years old, first time they locked me away,  
Behind cold walls where the shadows play.  
Scared and depressed souls, screaming in despair,  
A broken system, no one seems to care.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Shattered minds in a cage of pain,  
Echoes of madness, driving me insane.  

[Chorus]  
One flew over the cuckoo's nest 
I felt so trapped, too afraid to rest.  
Those halls of horror, they scarred my soul,  
A place meant to heal had swallowed me whole.  

[Verse 2]  
Rooms that reek of bodies unwashed,  
Dreams shattered, innocence lost.  
Some looked like ghosts wandering the floor,  
While others pound their heads on death’s door.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Shattered minds in a cage of pain,  
Echoes of madness, driving me insane.  

[Chorus]  
One flew over the cuckoo's nest  
I felt so trapped, too afraid to rest.  
Those halls of horror, they scarred my soul,  
A place meant to heal had swallowed me whole.  

[Bridge]  
Safety glass won’t break for the desperate leap,  
Orderlies drag bodies while we silently weep.  
Restraints and silence—no voice to fight,  
In those asylums, there’s no end in sight.  

[Chorus X2] 
One flew over the cuckoo's nest 
I felt so trapped, too afraid to rest.  
Those halls of horror, they scarred my soul,  
A place meant to heal had swallowed me whole.  

[Outro]  
Years have passed since I broke free,  
But the memories still haunt and imprison me.  
A cry for change echoes in my chest
No one should have to live through such a cruel test.

One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest (Melancholy version)

Songwriting has been a lifelong passion for me, dating back to elementary school when I first began crafting stories, poems, and eventually lyrics. As a former drummer in various bands, I always relied on others to bring my words to life musically. However, after a long hiatus from drumming, I decided to take the leap and learn to compose music to accompany my lyrics. Through classes and dedication, I've embarked on a new journey, breathing fresh life into old lyrics and penning new ones. You'll find a mix of older and newer works here. Especially for some of the lyrics. 

Music has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is being completely entranced by 'The Little Drummer Boy' as a very young child. There was something about the rhythm and the melody that just captivated me. I must have played it a thousand times, wearing the record out, and from that moment on, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be a drummer and to create that magic for others. 

But I was too young then, and of course, I couldn't afford a drum set just yet. So, I turned to writing as a way to express myself. As I mentioned above, I started with stories, then poems, and eventually, lyrics. I found that writing was not only a way to tap into my creativity, but also a way to process my emotions and experiences. 

As I grew older, my love for music only deepened. I realized that music has this incredible power to transport us to different times and places, to evoke emotions and memories that we thought were long forgotten. It's a universal language that can bring people together like nothing else can. 

For me, writing lyrics is a cathartic experience. It's a way for me to tap into my emotions, to process the world around me, and to create something that I hope will resonate with others. And when I hear my words come to life in a song, it's truly magical. It's a feeling that never gets old, and it's what keeps me coming back to music time and time again. 

I love many genres of music and artists of many genres. And if you listen to some of my songs, you will find that I like to make songs of different genres as well as mix different genres into each song. One of my all-time favorite bands is Evanescence, and I have made a lot of songs where I have tried my best to emulate that sound. 

Now, I have recently started experimenting with new sounds. I never heard of glitch beats before I took music classes, and now I'm fascinated with the sound, so I have been experimenting with glitch beats recently. 

I hope you enjoy some of my songs. And thanks so much to everyone who has been listening so far. I truly appreciate it. I welcome constructive feedback to help me grow as an artist, and I appreciate your support. ❤️

BTW if you follow me, I will ALWAYS follow back. If I like your music, I will follow you, but if you don't follow me back within a week or so I will probably unfollow. The same goes for when I see someone listening to my music, I WILL follow, however, if they don't follow me back within a week or so, I'll unfollow, because I'm at my limit of follows and I want to follow back everyone who follows me. Did not know that SoundCloud limits us to following only 2000. 😢

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VickStiX's Artist Manifesto
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I am the static between truth and noise.
A pulse that cracks the silence open.
When the world forgets its conscience,
I remind it — one beat, one lyric, one spark.

I don’t shout to divide; I sing to awaken.
I don’t chase fame; I chase clarity.
My art is not a weapon — it’s a flare in the dark.
A signal to every soul that still believes in better.

Let the trolls rage, let the cowards hide.
They can’t drown out a voice that’s tuned to truth.
I will paint their lies in sound and light
until justice has a melody again.

Because protest is not anger — it’s hope with a megaphone.
And I was born to be loud.

🎶 VickStiX — Truth. Rhythm. Revolution.










