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 heads
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 possessed

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 a 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