Time For Bedlam
Descending the cold stepsOf the institution for the politically insaneNever to be seen againSaying farewell to daylightFrom henceforth I shall rotIn a stinking bed of wet straw
Right from the ashes of lifeI learned to behaveWhat to believe, what not to say,From cradle to graveAh.....Like a good little slave
Sucking my milk from the venomous tit of the stateIs clearly designed to suppress every thought of escapeAh.....I surrender to fate
No pity, no pityDon't want no pity for me in this filthy cellI'll see you in HellSee you in Hell
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Frozen in time,I'm a specimen pinned to my throneWith an army of butterfliesPilloried placid and proneAh.....We are never alone
No pity, no pityDon't want no pity for me in this filthy cellI'll see you in Hell
After centuries of living with nothing but my convictionsBroken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarcerationEscaping the clutches of eternal damnationI was justified