A Means of Escape
I instill fear into fear itself
It's what I do, it's what I crave
Those blood shot eyes and mechanical screams
I become more alive with every terrifying second
The adrenaline is almost more than I can handle
And they tell me I'm crazy?
Who are they to judge?
I am the doctor, after all…
It's I who should rise
And it's them who should fall.
Screams, delicious screams feed my lonely mind
In a room that's dark and undefined
We should think of escape, Jonathon, I can take this no longer!
Says Scarecrow who's growing weaker, his appetite stronger
I'm stuck in a straightjacket, as you can plainly see
But since when, dear friend, has that ever stopped me?
And how do you suppose I escape from its binds?
You can twist, you can turn and escape you will find.
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