time for bedlam
deep purple
descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane
saying farewell to daylight
from henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw
right from the ashes of life i learned to behave
ah. like a good little slave
sucking my milk from the venomous tit of the state
this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
don't want no pity for me in this filthy ceil
i'm a specimen pinned to my throne
with an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone
don't want no pity for me in this filthy ceil
after centuries of living with nothing but my convictions
broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration
escaping the clutches of eternal damnation