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Strapped to a chair, thoughts twist like a knife, In a world of shadows, I’m fighting for my life, White coats whisper, they don’t know my pain, Locked in this cage, I’m losing my brain. Walls whisper secrets, echoes of my screams, Madness in the mirrors, tearing at the seams, Fifty years gone, but I’m still in the game, Every scar tells a story, can’t forget my name. Creeping through the halls, where the darkness breeds, Feeding on the fear, planting wicked seeds, In this haunted mind, I’m the ghost of my sins, Terror’s my companion, let the chaos begin. They call it insanity, I just call it real, In a world gone mad, tell me how to feel, I’m the monster in the shadows, the whisper in the night, A 1950s nightmare, ready for the fight.