Time for Bedlam

Descending the cold steps
of the institution
for the politically insane
never to be seen again
saying farewell to daylight
from henceforth i shall
rot in a stinking
bed of wet straw

Right from the ashes of life
I learnded to behave
what to believe
what not to say
from cradle to grave

Ah… like a good little slave

Sucking my milk
from the venomous
tit of the state
clearly designed
to supress
every thought of escape

Ah… I surrender to fate

No pity, no pity
don’t want no pity for me
in this filthy cell

I’ll see you in hell
See you in hell

Frozen in time
I’m a specimen
pinned to my throne

With an army of
butterflies pilloried
placid and prone

Ah… we were never alone

No pity, no pity
don’t want no pity for me
in this filthy cell

I’ll see you in hell

After centuries of living
with nothing but
my convictions

Broken fingers clawing
throught the walls of
my incarceration

Escaping the clutches
of eternal damnation

I was justified