1. SIRENS OF BROADMOOR

Locked away,
Waiting to die,
There is,
No cure.

No tear,
Drops from his eye,
He has,
No remorse.

These walls that hold him,
Hold others just the same,
But the ones that control him,
They all know his name.

Stories,
Of torture,
Held inside,
Broadmoor's walls,
Murderous,
Insanity,
The sirens of Broadmoor call.

He's not,
Like the others,
He doesn't,
Care at all.

Stories,
Of past murders,
He sits,
And recalls.

He is proud of his past,
Necrotic Infanticide,
Let's out, a small laugh,
His eyes are gleaming white.

Stories,
Of torture,
Held inside,
Broadmoor's walls,
Murderous,
Insanity,
The sirens of Broadmoor call.

Time for,
Medication,
He is strapped,
To a chair,
Wont help his situation,
For he is fully there.

It will not help him,
For he is not insane,
The evil's festering,
But not inside his brain,
His laughter so grim,
His pleasure is through pain,
His smile so grim,
As they try in vain.

Stories,
Of torture,
Held inside,
Broadmoor's walls,
Murderous,
Insanity,
The sirens of Broadmoor call.

Written,
In his own blood,
On his,
Own cell walls,
The words,
You should give up,
Are madly scrawled.
There is no way to save,
This man of blood and hate,
Best to
Dig his own grave,
And seal his,
Fate.

Strapped down for medication,
But this time things have changed,
One bullet ammunition,
Fired into his brain,
Fire up the crematorium,
As his blood drains away,
Gone and straight away forgotten,
It was the only way.

Stories,
Of torture,
Held inside,
Broadmoor's walls,
Murderous,
Insanity,
The sirens of Broadmoor call.

Stories,
Of torture,
Held inside,
Broadmoor's walls,
Murderous,
Insanity,
The sirens of Broadmoor call.

Stories,
Of torture,
Held inside,
Broadmoor's walls,
Murderous,
Insanity,
The sirens of,
The sirens of,
The sirens of Broadmoor,
Call.