Sanitarium

Welcome to where time stands still No one leaves and no one will Moon is full, never seems to change Labelled mentally deranged I dream the same thing every night I see our freedom in my sight No locked doors, no windows barred No things to make my brain seem scarred Sleep, my friend, and you will see That ...

A woman sits in a dimly lit, sterile room with cold, grey stone walls, a single bed in the corner, and a small, barred window showing a full moon that never waxes or wanes. Her eyes are fixed on the window, a look of intensity on her face as she dreams of freedom. She's wearing a white tank top and ...