Rhyme Asylum - Broken Window lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 d**h [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 gla** 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 [Verse 2: 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 gla** 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 pa**ion Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction Examining the evil deed There it was on the floor the jagged k**er that didn't flee the scene Broken Window [4 x Outro] Window to the soul, broken Now his ghost is out in the open