Blurry, he's eyes are failing him.

Fury, he cannot move.

Horror, as he know they are tricking him,

trapping him, strapping him down.



Sane? Blasphemy?

I see the true ones.

My screams are useless,

my strength is failing...



I know I'm right,

you say I'm wrong.

-There are no hallucinations!



Forced medication

trapped his only way out.

Drugged to sanity.



Locked up.

Put away.

In total isolation.

His mind

went astray.

Kept away from the true dimension.



Hospitalised 

Paralysed 

tranquillised

Trapped within



Four walls, shock treatment

they thought he was restrained.

Dazed mind and badly beaten

He searched his way out...



On the road in front of the house

a car stopped 

out stepped nurse Mary and father Mclair



(In her hand my journal)



-He's deranged, insane! He sees these things?!

-The boy needs salvation, Gods help!



Struggling to move straight 

He saw this light 

-I must end this torture,

I'm coming father!

-IT IS MY WAY OUT!



Out from the window of the fourth floor

came a projectile made of flesh

a bolt of bone, embraced, deranged

Forced to death by others...

DEAD!



[Lyric by: Birath]