("They called me mad, I called them mad, and damned them, they outvoted me." - Nathaniel Lee (1649 - 1692), playwright and former patient at Bethlem Royal Hospital)
Restrained and manacled, an ashen figure starved of sun. A place where good men die like dogs. Confusion so immense that dignity dies a death. A numbness seeks to rape the soul. As nervous children weep and mothers cry for their sons, a futile dream becomes undone...
We dwell in Hell. We hail The House of Bedlam. In Hell we dwell. We hail The House of Bedlam.
Delusions of a life outside these walls to quell the pain, serenity and calm restored. A grim reality comes flooding back ferociously, the horror brought to life once more. Condemned to a life of agony and solitude. Where is your God to save my soul?
We dwell in Hell. We hail The House of Bedlam. Locked up, confused, we endure this abuse, we hail the House of Bedlam.
Shards of teeth, pools of blood, untold cruelty. A human mind, a human soul, starved of liberty. Judged in life, judged in death, forgotten memories.
Moral insanity sentenced indiscriminately, tormented mortals loose all hope. Irrational tendencies, demonic abnormalities, a tortured mind brings no response. The right of freedom pledged to all of those who blindly follow, an honor saved for those who serve.
We dwell in Hell. We hail The House of Bedlam. In Hell we dwell. We hail The House of Bedlam.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
