Hunted By Insanity

They stand everywhere

I feel them crawling through my hair


The itching drives me insane

The source of a phantom pain

I think they're always watching me

From their eyes I must be free

The child on the walk?

Does he report back and talk?

Spymaster and spy espionage's marriage

What about that mother and her carriage?

Is there a camera recording my wretched self?

I'm high as the top shelf

These pills are making me see things

I'm conversing with dead kings

Do they report back as well?

Oh God how do I escape this Hell?

I've got to get out

I just rip out my hair and shout

Bloody fists can't pound the padded walls

Why won't anyone answer my call?

They have me in a leather restraint

This grim picture it paints

What happened to the mother and small child?

I swear he was just there on the walk standing sweet and mild

Where am I?

Again I scream and cry

My hair ripped long ago

I've got nothing for the spies to show

From me info they have none

My brain rises like the sun

Burying the thoughts

Against their calls to help I fought

Offers of help are just lies

Here in this padded room proud I'll die

The spies will receive no gain

Even if it causes me suffering and pain