The Ghosts Of The Insane

The Ghosts Of The Insane

There's a hidden place,
Way out in the woods,
Where the strangest
Thing were done,
And no
They were not good.

The ones who were not
Understood,
Were left there
By the same...

First it was a field,
Where soldiers went
Their way,
Then it was a farm,
Where the demons
Sowed their pain.
First the patients
Tilled the field,
Then the "doctors"
Drilled their brains...

They're The Ghosts Of The Insane!!!

In the name of
Pseudo Science,
Many wrongs
Are done.
Whether innocent
Or blamed,
All wronged
Everyone.

I wouldn't
Do that to a dog,
Is what they
Used to say...

While the
Staffing sat
In easy chairs,
Their patients
Worked for free,
For hours long and hard,
Beyond all decency.

It finally had to stop,
When some could finally see,

Crying Ghosts Of The Insane...

It always started
When they were
Dropped off on that road.
That road of endless trials,
Made by ugly human toads.
I'm sure the residents
Asked why this had to be.
I wonder just how much
They were just like you and me...
Will it start over again,
Is what's really scaring me!!!

(solos)

Tears and blood
watered that ground,
Before they laid the stones,
A pauper's stone is very small,
And the name is rarely known.
Yet if you go and read them,
You may hear them say it plain...

We're the victims here,
Why were we put here?
Please be filled with fear!!!
We're The Ghosts Of The Insane!!!