From the inerds of an insane asylum
You can hear screams
come creeping, crawling
from cell 301
"I saw it happen
Yes, I was there
I saw the murder
But it wasn't me
This I swear"
From the shadows of a long, dark alley
You can hear whispers
creeping, crawling
behind the trash cans there
'She lost her baby
It wasn't her choice at all
they made her give it up
And in the end
she lost her mind with it'
All of you hiding in the corners
Do you hear screams
they're creeping, crawling
round your own front door
They need your pity
They need your love
And as you turn away
You mutter, 'I've done enough'
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