The voices they scream soft as every butterfly

Strangely beautiful with a poisonous smile

They call in that voice oh so sweet and senile

Malice dripping from their jaws

Teeth clench and throats growl

Springing the voices fly

Echoing and echoing down and out

Cozy and warm, a white blancketed hug

Steel doors powerful and strong

Tear away our gaze, don't look

Feel their voices, feel their stare

Nails scratch upon metal

Ears ringing with their cries

Run down corridors long and white

The voices chase us, faster and faster

Halt and turn letting lose a scream

Quiet, whispering voices low and sweet

N oises soft like a nightmare calling

Blood drips upon tiles, Sane Asylum