I'm in a padded room, without edges or corners
Held tightly by straitjacket with a face restraint
My mind and soul hold horrors of all I've seen
Spent my time at a vile flesh orchard, for torture
My disorder comes from knowing all I've found
For I have gone insane, this is no holy ground
My flesh is broken, my mind lives in dreams
Don't them take me to the asylum, please
That's where crazy patients go, don't you see
I'll do anything, I will even sign my release
Or I'll be killed for knowing what I know
