Staring at the wall,

Room3, the end of the hall,

when did things go wrong,

they say here is where I belong,

away from the world,

because I’m in a different world,

got to escape, need to break away,

to reclaim this life as mine, live another day,

my innocence has fallen asleep,

and out of my brain it seeps,

to a puddle of youth spread on the floor,

as I view the image of myself years before,

simple times,

simple mind,

simple life is over,

got to escape, need to break away,

to reclaim this life as mine, live another day,

I’ve got to concentrate, 45 degree angle as I blink my eyes 39 times in this one minute plus 7 miles per hour

causes air movement 3 centimeters to the left adjacent to guard number 2, with red hair, red, 3 letters equals

brown and gray atmospheres divided by 3:00pm causes a reaction from the opposite side of this

parallelogram successfully running program number 54197181, 10/23/2000, version number 5, there are

615.5 frames in this 10 second movement with one solution to the 10,000 equations of diagram “45A”,

facial expressions and body movements adapt to solution, control achieved.

I’ve got to concentrate,

gain control of my fate,

early is much too late,

dying in my |sleep|peels| apart all my living dreams,

as the world spins around my head,

megalomaniacal they said,

as the world spins around my head,

megalomaniacal they said,

they said I was dead,

I have to find a solution,

leave this institution,

I’ve got to concentrate,

gain control of my fate,

early is much too late,

dying in my |sleep|peels| apart all my living dreams,

WAKE UP.