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My name is Dean Emit, victim of a serious mistake |
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Diagnosed as clinically insane |
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Sectioned, imprisoned and detained |
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The last thing I remember I was being physically restrained |
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First sensed something was amiss |
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Noticing the other inmates had cuts across their wrists |
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My trust in the nurses hesitated |
| [00:42.55]Instantly ceased taking medication [Waiting] |
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They segregated selective mental patients |
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I once caught a glimpse of the room where they’d take them |
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Reasons why remain undisclosed |
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A hundred volts straight to the victim’s frontal lobes |
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Disguised as medical tests |
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Vulnerable people were being sentenced to death |
| [01:02.57][This is beyond madness] |
I had to escape |
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Spent night and day racking my brain |
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Insomniac, but I had no solid plan |
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One day in group therapy, eventually lost my rag |
| [01:14.68][Is this some kind of sick joke?] |
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Next thing I knew, a doctor pushed me straight through a window |
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Awoke later in my bed, as my mind cleared |
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A pain in my side sparking the idea |
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Tied up without side effects |
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Shook loose the undetected shard of glass from behind my vest |
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Heart pounding inside my chest |
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Managed to slice my restraints, fell down beside my bed |
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Stood up, pulled off the ceiling’s iron mesh |
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Climbed the winding vent entangled in spider webs |
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Exited down a flight of steps |
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Ditched my hospital gown so the dogs won’t find the scent |
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Felt the cold wind on my face |
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Blinded by the moonlight, my mental prison escape |
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His name was Doctor Emit institutionalised |
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For committing the most unusual crimes |
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Torturing patients numerous times |
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‘Till one escaped, brought the truth to the light |
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Losing his mind but kept it top secret |
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Unnecessary methods of shock treatment |
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No waiting list kept going till the power died |
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Or the patient did, which ever came first |
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He was a slave to his hunger within |
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Tied them up sewed razors under their skin |
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Eyes void of emotion |
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When asked why he did it, he just said the voices had spoken |
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Insane, locked in a cell |
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Dementia in control of all knowledge of self |
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Day to day he’d yell about the crimes |
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Like he didn’t do them and they’re still taking place |
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Swimming in the depths of depression |
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Volatile, living on the edge of aggression |
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Never did get a confession |
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(Flipped out) during a routine group therapy session |
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When asked “are you scared of the past?” |
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He jumped up by the window put his chair through the glass |
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Demented look in his face |
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Guards took him away put him to bed fully restrained |
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Didn’t bother drugging him up |
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The next morning they walked in and saw him covered in blood |
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Should’ve known from behaviour patterns |
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That this was a suicide waiting to happen |
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Life he came to hate with a passion |
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Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction |
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Examining the evil deed |
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There it was on the floor the jagged killer that didn’t flee the scene |
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Broken Window |
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Window to the soul, broken |
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Now his ghost is out in the open |
