We met in an institution,
Where the windows and doors are chained,
The medications never ending,
Because they say that were both insane...
The judge said the charge would be murder,
If we were not still in Junior High,
The report said our minds hold illusions,
But in truth we killed and they died...
Without even listening to reason,
The door to our life was closed,
Its a delicate balance of nature,
But the story has never been told...
The truth is they tried to rape her,
In pain and tears she cried,
To confront eternal damnation,
In the midst of all of their lies...
The anger and rage had developed,
There was no other way but revenge,
And in a delicate twist of fate,
They were summoned unto their end...
My story not quite so simple,
It was a fit of instant rage,
I was tired of being bullied,
I killed them and now I am caged....
Day after day we lay here,
And its through the floor vents we talk,
No future of being released,
And inside here were going to rot.
Victims of a world that has hatred,
With our futures we have paid the price,
Locked up in an institution,
For ever and for life...
