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 learned 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, this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape, ah. i surrender to fate, no pity, no pity, don't want no pity for me in this filthy ceil, 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 ceil, i'll see you in hell, after centuries of living with nothing but my convictions, broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration, escaping the clutches of eternal damnation, i was justified