Here I sit, lonely all day
Stuck in this house, with demons
I wish to go back in time, if I may
But no, I must sit here with the treasons
Traitors with no adequate reasons
My parents bound me to my actions
When only I commit a minor infraction
A deed of proposed wrong it was
A need for escape I cannot grasp
The latch is thrown and no longer am I free
Mongers of war is what they are
Throw away all hope, abandon the key
They will kill you slowly, from afar
Flee, flee, run away
From this terrible place, filled with dismay
You cannot run, you cannot hide
They will track you like their pray
Nothing ever escapes their eye
This psychotic game they play with your brain
Is sure to make you go, clinically insane