Broken Window - Rhyme Asylum.mp3

[00:22.18]My name is Dean Emit, victim of a serious mistake
[00:25.48]Diagnosed as clinically insane
[00:27.78]Sectioned, imprisoned and detained
[00:29.94]The last thing I remember I was being physically restrained
[00:34.35]First sensed something was amiss
[00:36.49]Noticing the other inmates had cuts across their wrists
[00:40.06]My trust in the nurses hesitated
[00:42.55]Instantly ceased taking medication [Waiting]
[00:45.83]They segregated selective mental patients
[00:48.47]I once caught a glimpse of the room where they’d take them
[00:51.44]Reasons why remain undisclosed
[00:53.98]A hundred volts straight to the victim’s frontal lobes
[00:57.62]Disguised as medical tests
[00:59.62]Vulnerable people were being sentenced to death
[01:02.57][This is beyond madness] I had to escape
[01:05.51]Spent night and day racking my brain
[01:07.89]Insomniac, but I had no solid plan
[01:11.11]One day in group therapy, eventually lost my rag
[01:14.68][Is this some kind of sick joke?]
[01:16.65]Next thing I knew, a doctor pushed me straight through a window
[01:20.34]Awoke later in my bed, as my mind cleared
[01:23.18]A pain in my side sparking the idea
[01:26.11]Tied up without side effects
[01:28.32]Shook loose the undetected shard of glass from behind my vest
[01:32.13]Heart pounding inside my chest
[01:34.22]Managed to slice my restraints, fell down beside my bed
[01:37.68]Stood up, pulled off the ceiling’s iron mesh
[01:40.34]Climbed the winding vent entangled in spider webs
[01:43.41]Exited down a flight of steps
[01:45.42]Ditched my hospital gown so the dogs won’t find the scent
[01:49.07]Felt the cold wind on my face
[01:50.92]Blinded by the moonlight, my mental prison escape
[02:17.31]His name was Doctor Emit institutionalised
[02:20.59]For committing the most unusual crimes
[02:23.33]Torturing patients numerous times
[02:26.39]‘Till one escaped, brought the truth to the light
[02:29.04]Losing his mind but kept it top secret
[02:31.73]Unnecessary methods of shock treatment
[02:34.80]No waiting list kept going till the power died
[02:37.73]Or the patient did, which ever came first
[02:40.47]He was a slave to his hunger within
[02:42.99]Tied them up sewed razors under their skin
[02:46.08]Eyes void of emotion
[02:47.90]When asked why he did it, he just said the voices had spoken
[02:52.19]Insane, locked in a cell
[02:54.58]Dementia in control of all knowledge of self
[02:57.54]Day to day he’d yell about the crimes
[03:00.05]Like he didn’t do them and they’re still taking place
[03:03.65]Swimming in the depths of depression
[03:05.70]Volatile, living on the edge of aggression
[03:09.40]Never did get a confession
[03:11.15](Flipped out) during a routine group therapy session
[03:14.99]When asked “are you scared of the past?”
[03:17.10]He jumped up by the window put his chair through the glass
[03:20.34]Demented look in his face
[03:22.50]Guards took him away put him to bed fully restrained
[03:26.31]Didn’t bother drugging him up
[03:28.50]The next morning they walked in and saw him covered in blood
[03:32.10]Should’ve known from behaviour patterns
[03:34.87]That this was a suicide waiting to happen
[03:37.73]Life he came to hate with a passion
[03:40.56]Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction
[03:43.67]Examining the evil deed
[03:45.35]There it was on the floor the jagged killer that didn’t flee the scene
[03:48.95]Broken Window
[04:12.75]Window to the soul, broken
[04:14.95]Now his ghost is out in the open