Rhyme Asylum - Broken Window lyrics

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

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

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 it's all too much
Covered in b-b-broken glass
After my therapist, trapped in my cell
Awaiting experiments
Is this some kind of sick joke?!
My name is Dean Emit broken window
Trapped in my cell, awaiting experiments

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