Without a word uttered in self-defense
Tossed from your home in total ignorance
No way, nowhere, no how, no know-how of this curse
Sanity’s a malady that from your mind has been dispersed
Tell me, my good sir, what’s the price for just a look?
Don’t worry my good man, this is all quite by the book
The cost for such perversion is just a human brain
Snuffed of all memories for some unwanted fame

The more insane they are the better we like ‘em
Strap ‘em in the electric chair so prying eyes can ignite them
Is it just me or do my waking eyes deceive me
Nobody on the outside world would ever truly believe me
If I ever told them that this system is needing
Because this asylum is an abusive ground for breeding
Victorian ethics are a plague on all damselkind
No boundaries for faux-doctoral probes burrowed in the mind
Vile worlds spin relentlessly inside her head
As screws and plates and bolts are fastened to her skull as she lies in bed
Enter the catatonic state of the lobotomite
She has now become the prized possession of the psycho-sodomite
Wishing only death in the solitary cell
Needed some desperate escape from this cold waking Hell
The only relief comes in the form of a steel blade’s gleam
For she has no mouth and she must scream

Even after suicide has stripped her soul without remorse
The attendants of the cell block neglect to bury her rotting corpse
The doctors and the nurses each have their horrid way
In the cell where she lived and died her body will have to stay
But now the ethereal wisps of her consciousness remain
Her ghastly heart filled to the brim with wretched disdain
Her intention to haunt these halls and drive the staff to insanity
Starting with the doctor for his necrophilic vanity

After murdering the doctor from her residence in the afterlife
The spirit wanders down the hall, her bloody hands grasping a knife
She stabs and cuts and maims her way through these lightless halls
And castrates every orderly with a swift slice to the balls
This structure once was meant to be a haven for the unstable
But all the patients became cattle and the asylum became their stable
Such a horrible outcome from something who’s intention became vile
There’s no escape inside the bars, you’re gonna be here for a while

Every girl here suffers the same fate
Doomed to die once they enter the gate
Drill a hole in her head
Strap her to the bed
Left there as a fucking toy until the day she’s dead

The public has no idea
Of what goes on in here
Bleed her body dry
No tongue to deny
When all is said and done she can’t even fucking cry

Stripped, raped and strangled every day
By the gods, she’s gonna make them pay
Murdered into a ghost
Her knife a dread riposte
This clinic has become a grand tomb by the coast

In this incorporeal form
No binding garments can hold back her storm
Slicing through the guards
With serrated metal shards
She leaves a hundred bodies dead, broken and scarred

Straight jacket fetish
Straight jacket fetish