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These walls have ears
These doors have eyes
A fear so intense, it petrifies
Trapped In this chair
In a broken mind
I cannot fight
I wish I had died

The specters dance
In shadows hide
I know you're there
It's not in my mind
This cell so dark
It suffocates
Straitjacket tight
There's no escape

The sounds of pain
They torment me
I cannot sleep
Cannot break free
The grip is tight
A severed mind
Eyes open wide
I am still blind
Their painful screams
They still haunt me
I cannot sleep
Cannot break free!

Their torn faces smile
They beckon to me
Their Disfigured souls
Rise up from the floors
And up from the halls
Into these four walls
It shivers my spine
And makes my skin crawl
Spirits of the dead
Surrounding my bed
This nightmare again
They all want me dead
The room is now freezing
My lungs have stopped breathing
My heart skips it's beating
And threatens to . .

I'll break from these chains
I'll set myself free
straitjacket won't stop me from my killing spree!
Lure in the good doctor, my teeth to his throat!
I'll sit here and watch him bleed out as I gloat!

Malignant pleasure now takes over me
Next ill do Cara, and I'll make her see!
My chains to her head, tie her to my bed!
I'll cut from her stomach then up to her neck.
Blood chokes in her mouth, they can't hear her scream.
Carve into her beauty this isn't a dream.

There's no need to struggle
soon ill be dead too!
I'll tighten this noose And I'll hang in this room.

This is just a dream
I've done nothing wrong
I just need a moment to collect my thoughts.
I'm still in this chair, strait jacket and chains.
I can't tell what's real in this psychotic maze.

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