My name is Scarecrow
You see what I do, what I am capable of
I enjoy my work as you call it madness
It's the fear that drives me
To make people confront it instead of hiding
You're not intimidated by me, believe me, I know
You say you don't need help, not my diagnosis
Would you like to see my mask?
I know you might not think it's scary,
But the crazies here can't stand it
You ask me a simple question,
When did the nut take over the nut-house?
Well you see the clear answer here in Arkham
It's that we don't truly know the difference
Between the madness and sanity, nor the Doctors and Patients
Padded walls will not contained me, and sedation needles are worthless
As are the straight jackets you so gladly strap me into
But see here, there is fact based logic, no theories in my work
I show you my medicine, to let you clear your head
Would you like to try some? Of course you shall,
As I said, the people here can't take it
They just can't stand it, luckily for me but sadly for them
They scream and they cry,
Just as you are doing very much right now