Time for Bedlam

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 learnded 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
clearly designed
to supress
every thought of escape
Ah... I surrender to fate
No pity, no pity
don't want no pity for me
in this filthy cell
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 cell
I'll see you in hell
After centuries of living
with nothing but
my convictions
Broken fingers clawing
throught the walls of
my incarceration
Escaping the clutches
of eternal damnation
I was justified