The power went out, that's how it started The guards tried to stop them, but paid with their lives Security breach, computers outsmarted The staff all got butchered, cut open with knives
Nightfall provided a welcome escape-route A straight-jacket army dissappeared in the night No leaders, no game-plan, just bloodlust and hatred Turning each town into one ugly sight
March of the mentally ill
The army grew bigger, in strength and in numbers Local police were in over their head
Soldiers were brought in to restore the order They sealed off the region and buried the dead
Supplies soon ran out but the army was hungry Corpses of humans were stripped of their flesh
The glasses were filled with the blood of the innocent Drink to insanity, hail the posessed!
March of the mentally ill
There was no question of surrender, giving up without a fight Live free or die in total freedom, no longer locked away each night They searched around for proper weapons and took position in the hills The higher ground gave them advantage, they were ready to destroy... and kill!
The poor little soldiers that went up there did not stand chance And the straight-jacket army continued its way through the lands This is the legend of the march of the mentally ill (based on a true story)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
