[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