| Song | Broken Window |
| Artist | Rhyme Asylum |
| Album | Solitary Confinement |
| [00:22.18] | My name is Dean Emit, victim of a serious mistake |
| [00:25.48] | Diagnosed as clinically insane |
| [00:27.78] | Sectioned, imprisoned and detained |
| [00:29.94] | The last thing I remember I was being physically restrained |
| [00:34.35] | First sensed something was amiss |
| [00:36.49] | Noticing the other inmates had cuts across their wrists |
| [00:40.06] | My trust in the nurses hesitated |
| [00:42.55]Instantly ceased taking medication [Waiting] | |
| [00:45.83] | They segregated selective mental patients |
| [00:48.47] | I once caught a glimpse of the room where they’d take them |
| [00:51.44] | Reasons why remain undisclosed |
| [00:53.98] | A hundred volts straight to the victim’s frontal lobes |
| [00:57.62] | Disguised as medical tests |
| [00:59.62] | Vulnerable people were being sentenced to death |
| [01:02.57][This is beyond madness] | I had to escape |
| [01:05.51] | Spent night and day racking my brain |
| [01:07.89] | Insomniac, but I had no solid plan |
| [01:11.11] | One day in group therapy, eventually lost my rag |
| [01:14.68][Is this some kind of sick joke?] | |
| [01:16.65] | Next thing I knew, a doctor pushed me straight through a window |
| [01:20.34] | Awoke later in my bed, as my mind cleared |
| [01:23.18] | A pain in my side sparking the idea |
| [01:26.11] | Tied up without side effects |
| [01:28.32] | Shook loose the undetected shard of glass from behind my vest |
| [01:32.13] | Heart pounding inside my chest |
| [01:34.22] | Managed to slice my restraints, fell down beside my bed |
| [01:37.68] | Stood up, pulled off the ceiling’s iron mesh |
| [01:40.34] | Climbed the winding vent entangled in spider webs |
| [01:43.41] | Exited down a flight of steps |
| [01:45.42] | Ditched my hospital gown so the dogs won’t find the scent |
| [01:49.07] | Felt the cold wind on my face |
| [01:50.92] | Blinded by the moonlight, my mental prison escape |
| [02:17.31] | His name was Doctor Emit institutionalised |
| [02:20.59] | For committing the most unusual crimes |
| [02:23.33] | Torturing patients numerous times |
| [02:26.39] | ‘Till one escaped, brought the truth to the light |
| [02:29.04] | Losing his mind but kept it top secret |
| [02:31.73] | Unnecessary methods of shock treatment |
| [02:34.80] | No waiting list kept going till the power died |
| [02:37.73] | Or the patient did, which ever came first |
| [02:40.47] | He was a slave to his hunger within |
| [02:42.99] | Tied them up sewed razors under their skin |
| [02:46.08] | Eyes void of emotion |
| [02:47.90] | When asked why he did it, he just said the voices had spoken |
| [02:52.19] | Insane, locked in a cell |
| [02:54.58] | Dementia in control of all knowledge of self |
| [02:57.54] | Day to day he’d yell about the crimes |
| [03:00.05] | Like he didn’t do them and they’re still taking place |
| [03:03.65] | Swimming in the depths of depression |
| [03:05.70] | Volatile, living on the edge of aggression |
| [03:09.40] | Never did get a confession |
| [03:11.15] | (Flipped out) during a routine group therapy session |
| [03:14.99] | When asked “are you scared of the past?” |
| [03:17.10] | He jumped up by the window put his chair through the glass |
| [03:20.34] | Demented look in his face |
| [03:22.50] | Guards took him away put him to bed fully restrained |
| [03:26.31] | Didn’t bother drugging him up |
| [03:28.50] | The next morning they walked in and saw him covered in blood |
| [03:32.10] | Should’ve known from behaviour patterns |
| [03:34.87] | That this was a suicide waiting to happen |
| [03:37.73] | Life he came to hate with a passion |
| [03:40.56] | Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction |
| [03:43.67] | Examining the evil deed |
| [03:45.35] | There it was on the floor the jagged killer that didn’t flee the scene |
| [03:48.95] | Broken Window |
| [04:12.75] | Window to the soul, broken |
| [04:14.95] | Now his ghost is out in the open |
| [00:22.18] | My name is Dean Emit, victim of a serious mistake |
| [00:25.48] | Diagnosed as clinically insane |
| [00:27.78] | Sectioned, imprisoned and detained |
| [00:29.94] | The last thing I remember I was being physically restrained |
| [00:34.35] | First sensed something was amiss |
| [00:36.49] | Noticing the other inmates had cuts across their wrists |
| [00:40.06] | My trust in the nurses hesitated |
| [00:42.55]Instantly ceased taking medication [Waiting] | |
| [00:45.83] | They segregated selective mental patients |
| [00:48.47] | I once caught a glimpse of the room where they' d take them |
| [00:51.44] | Reasons why remain undisclosed |
| [00:53.98] | A hundred volts straight to the victim' s frontal lobes |
| [00:57.62] | Disguised as medical tests |
| [00:59.62] | Vulnerable people were being sentenced to death |
| [01:02.57][This is beyond madness] | I had to escape |
| [01:05.51] | Spent night and day racking my brain |
| [01:07.89] | Insomniac, but I had no solid plan |
| [01:11.11] | One day in group therapy, eventually lost my rag |
| [01:14.68][Is this some kind of sick joke?] | |
| [01:16.65] | Next thing I knew, a doctor pushed me straight through a window |
| [01:20.34] | Awoke later in my bed, as my mind cleared |
| [01:23.18] | A pain in my side sparking the idea |
| [01:26.11] | Tied up without side effects |
| [01:28.32] | Shook loose the undetected shard of glass from behind my vest |
| [01:32.13] | Heart pounding inside my chest |
| [01:34.22] | Managed to slice my restraints, fell down beside my bed |
| [01:37.68] | Stood up, pulled off the ceiling' s iron mesh |
| [01:40.34] | Climbed the winding vent entangled in spider webs |
| [01:43.41] | Exited down a flight of steps |
| [01:45.42] | Ditched my hospital gown so the dogs won' t find the scent |
| [01:49.07] | Felt the cold wind on my face |
| [01:50.92] | Blinded by the moonlight, my mental prison escape |
| [02:17.31] | His name was Doctor Emit institutionalised |
| [02:20.59] | For committing the most unusual crimes |
| [02:23.33] | Torturing patients numerous times |
| [02:26.39] | ' Till one escaped, brought the truth to the light |
| [02:29.04] | Losing his mind but kept it top secret |
| [02:31.73] | Unnecessary methods of shock treatment |
| [02:34.80] | No waiting list kept going till the power died |
| [02:37.73] | Or the patient did, which ever came first |
| [02:40.47] | He was a slave to his hunger within |
| [02:42.99] | Tied them up sewed razors under their skin |
| [02:46.08] | Eyes void of emotion |
| [02:47.90] | When asked why he did it, he just said the voices had spoken |
| [02:52.19] | Insane, locked in a cell |
| [02:54.58] | Dementia in control of all knowledge of self |
| [02:57.54] | Day to day he' d yell about the crimes |
| [03:00.05] | Like he didn' t do them and they' re still taking place |
| [03:03.65] | Swimming in the depths of depression |
| [03:05.70] | Volatile, living on the edge of aggression |
| [03:09.40] | Never did get a confession |
| [03:11.15] | Flipped out during a routine group therapy session |
| [03:14.99] | When asked " are you scared of the past?" |
| [03:17.10] | He jumped up by the window put his chair through the glass |
| [03:20.34] | Demented look in his face |
| [03:22.50] | Guards took him away put him to bed fully restrained |
| [03:26.31] | Didn' t bother drugging him up |
| [03:28.50] | The next morning they walked in and saw him covered in blood |
| [03:32.10] | Should' ve known from behaviour patterns |
| [03:34.87] | That this was a suicide waiting to happen |
| [03:37.73] | Life he came to hate with a passion |
| [03:40.56] | Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction |
| [03:43.67] | Examining the evil deed |
| [03:45.35] | There it was on the floor the jagged killer that didn' t flee the scene |
| [03:48.95] | Broken Window |
| [04:12.75] | Window to the soul, broken |
| [04:14.95] | Now his ghost is out in the open |