Blurry, he's eyes are failing him.  Fury, he cannot move.  Horror, as he know they are tricking him,  trapping him, strapping him down.    Sane? Blasphemy?  I see the true ones.  My screams are useless,  my strength is failing...    I know I'm right,  you say I'm wrong.  -There are no hallucinations!    Forced medication  trapped his only way out.  Drugged to sanity.    Locked up.  Put away.  In total isolation.  His mind  went astray.  Kept away from the true dimension.    Hospitalised   Paralysed   tranquillised  Trapped within    Four walls, shock treatment  they thought he was restrained.  Dazed mind and badly beaten  He searched his way out...    On the road in front of the house  a car stopped   out stepped nurse Mary and father Mclair    (In her hand my journal)    -He's deranged, insane! He sees these things?!  -The boy needs salvation, Gods help!    Struggling to move straight   He saw this light   -I must end this torture,  I'm coming father!  -IT IS MY WAY OUT!    Out from the window of the fourth floor  came a projectile made of flesh  a bolt of bone, embraced, deranged  Forced to death by others...  DEAD!    [Lyric by: Birath]