Post by bc admin on Apr 19, 2009 18:03:28 GMT -5
listen to our
broken cries
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There are cameras watching every hallway; eighteen-foot walls surround the premises. What is this place they send us? They call it Alysson Institute for Unstable Minds. We call it hell.
But from deep inside the walls of our prison, we are planning on escaping. Secretly we meet, laying out plans for our impossible break out. They-the doctors- they watch us with cold stares, like they know our plans. To get out, we’re going to need some help from the outside too. So listen hard at night, through the iron bars on the window, through the soundproof walls. And perhaps you’ll hear our broken cries at night.