Am I crazy? Would I know if I was?
Do I belong here? Amoungst the common screams and constant buzz?
Next to the white hospital beds?
Where they put tubes in your throat and drills in your head?

I have screamed and I have fought,
I won't spend another minute here, just waiting to rot.
I'm losing the sanity that was once mine,
the difference between science and madness is a blurred line.

Now I'm running down long white corridors,
I'm a rat, in which they can lure.
Why was I foolish enough to dream of escape?
There is no leaving 'Asylum Estate.'