Freaks, freaks, everywhere you look
They're insane, completely mad
Something in their heads gone bad

Crazy, bonkers, they do weird things
Pacing, scratching, screaming
You wish that you're only dreaming

The place is a mess, blood on the walls
Beds unmade, bugs roam free
This awful stench will not flee

The patients are hungry
Dying and cold
They're clothes are covered in thick mold

They hate it here and want to leave
But no one's left this place since me