In the higher room, I stand alone
And I behold to every move that's done
My beloved sons, my dark prisoners
They're locked up, for my pleasure - I hope so
Here inside, tragedy's at hand
And treatment can't save them
Not a chance.
I feed the orchids of their pains
To create
Lymph for my craving
I dug, into the lungs of hell
Only to find a darker well
I find myself
Trapped in a bigger maze
Was it real?
Or was it just in dreams?
I was the psychopath, not the doctor
I helped a rebellion, let them all out
Opening their doors at night
And I am not sure, reality is so blurred now
It must have been those pills the nurse gave to me
They feed the orchids of their pain
So now's the time to let them free
I dug, into the lungs of hell
Only to find a darker well
I find myself
Trapped in a bigger maze