Hidden behind these walls
Caged, hands bound
In the chamber of my madness
I am free to do as I choose
If I want to plot your murder
that is what I do
If I want to burn a church
and speak words that are blasphemous
I get the gasoline ready
and say god is a liar
I want another shot
I get the needle ready
find my vein, see red, push the plunger in
Here I can do anything
without repercussions
Unless what I choose to do
is escape the madness
Locked in a cage, hidden away
My thoughts being detained
for analyzing
Escape has the opposite effect
An oxymoron of its meaning
and its action
Taking me only deeper into my madness
Caged, hands bound
In the chamber of my madness
I am free to do as I choose
If I want to plot your murder
that is what I do
If I want to burn a church
and speak words that are blasphemous
I get the gasoline ready
and say god is a liar
I want another shot
I get the needle ready
find my vein, see red, push the plunger in
Here I can do anything
without repercussions
Unless what I choose to do
is escape the madness
Locked in a cage, hidden away
My thoughts being detained
for analyzing
Escape has the opposite effect
An oxymoron of its meaning
and its action
Taking me only deeper into my madness