This dungeon is where all hope goes to die
The walls are all white, but to me I see the color black
The nurses want nothing to do with me
My loud and erratic behavior scares them

The aura this place gives off is dark
The walls are covered in scratch marks from previous victims,
victims of their own demise

I was told not to give into my wild urges,
Every waking hour these whispers in my ear were trying to make me insane,
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop them,
I went to fight for a greater cause, a soldier from the strongest army in the world

What I didn’t know is that the war would scramble up my mind,
I can’t control my outbursts, my mind is detached
This dark, secluded space gives me time to fight my inner demons
No one else can hurt me here but myself

These voices in my head listen to a higher power,
This power is unholy, I can feel the evil
I am American, I am proud
I will overcome