Time for Bedlam

Descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane

Never to be seen again

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

What to believe what not to say from cradle to grave

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

Ah I surrender to fate

No pity no pity

Don't want no pity for me in this filthy cell

I'll see you in hell

See you in hell

Frozen in time I'm a specimen pinned to my throne

With an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone

Ah we were never alone

No pity no pity

Don't want no pity for me in this filthy cell

I'll see you in hell

After centuries of living with nothing but my convictions

Broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration

Escaping the clutches of eternal damnation

I was justified