
Date of issue: 22.03.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Broken Window |
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 |
They segregated selective mental patients |
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 |
These vulnerable people were being sentenced to death |
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 |
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 |
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 |
Window to the soul, broken |
Now his ghost is out in the open |
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