March Of The Mentally Ill

March Of The Mentally Ill

Once upon a time in a land far away...

The power went out, that's how it started
The guards tried to stop them, but paid with their lives
Security breach, computers outsmarted
The staff all got butchered, cut open with knives

Nightfall provided a welcome escape-route
A straight-jacket army dissappeared in the night
No leaders, no game-plan, just bloodlust and hatred
Turning each town into one ugly sight

March of the mentally ill

The army grew bigger, in strength and in numbers
Local police were in over their head

Soldiers were brought in to restore the order
They sealed off the region and buried the dead

Supplies soon ran out but the army was hungry
Corpses of humans were stripped of their flesh

The glasses were filled with the blood of the innocent
Drink to insanity, hail the posessed!

March of the mentally ill

There was no question of surrender, giving up without a fight
Live free or die in total freedom, no longer locked away each night
They searched around for proper weapons and took position in the hills
The higher ground gave them advantage, they were ready to destroy... and kill!

The poor little soldiers that went up there did not stand chance
And the straight-jacket army continued its way through the lands
This is the legend of the march of the mentally ill
(based on a true story)