The Whistleblower

Step into the asylum
As commanded by the unknown source
Restrain your freedom from lucidity

The rain intensifies
It almost feels like this place is crying for me

Death is on the hallways
The lifeless bodies strewn
The staff was obliterated
Dementia emancipates from the cells

Howls, the inmates roaming the grounds
Unpredictable moves as the boundaries are cut
"The variants" start claiming the floors
As the impaled swat agent warns me to leave

I'm too deep to leave

I smell the stench
Of what used to be human
The fumes of mental decay
Disguise the final act

Between the body parts
I escape the doctor's shears
The elevator almost feels divine

Father martin, I am not God
In flames you'll die while these minions watch
What's so pure about this lie
Your deluded cause will bury me in despair

Nanotechnology experiments
Cut out inmate hope's life support

It almost feels like this place is crying for me

I smell the stench
Of what used to be human
The fumes of mental decay
Disguise the final act