They
knew who he was, this was the end,
They had found out he was an
alien.
They hadn't killed him, not quite yet,
Because there
was something, they just didn't get.
They had stopped testing,
they had their proof,
They already knew the whole truth.
But
they kept him here, in this tile cage,
Building his fury, his
anger, his rage.
They told him stories of his friends,
They
commanded him to seek revenge.
"Revenge for what?" Max
asked unsure,
"You silly boy, they told us who you were!"
Max
couldn't believe this man who spoke,
This must be some sick joke!
He spoke of Maria more than the others,
Why was this? He was
like her brother!
Well, maybe it was more than this,
Maria
had helped him get over Liz.
Her smile was more bright than hers,
And her voice was the sound of a singing
bird.
Well,
Maria was the one they blamed,
For his discovery, the end of the
game.
"She told us everything, she left out no details,
And
now look who prevails!"
His
mind was reeling, he couldn't think straight,
And what about Liz?
Had she been his bait?
He had used his powers to heal her with
care,
He hadn't even seen them there.
Now
the doctor entered his jail,
With four big men on his tail.
"Take him to room number 37-A,
And waste no time, do not
delay!"
They
grabbed Max firmly and dashed down the hall,
And followed the
doctor, thin and tall.