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