New Post The Solitary Satanist Pounding banging struggling,
screams and shouts,
cushioned walls block every side,
locked into a delusion, falling down before your own grave's feet.
This is your home now, and you'll never get out,
you belong to the state now, you'll be institutionalized,
and we'll take care of you,
until you're old with raggedy bones, we'll comfort you to make you sleep,
drive you crazy, and let you hope inside your dreams.
You think we're evil but we're just trying to help,
us pillows only know two things—
you'll give up,
or wait it out.
The judge planned this all out, so you'll get your revenge,
when you get out of hear, you dream of poppin some lead inside him,
oh how you lust for his blood, to see him scream,
make him institutional, yet better,
make him suffer,
oh yes,
make him suffer.
Your not crazy you're perfectly sane,
why would they put you in here? You didn't do anything!
Yes so go out, and steal all their souls,
stab in your hate and draw out judgement so bold.
