Island of the Unknown - 4/22/92 Washington, DC

A horrid task, the ship has left, the insane must survive A one way path, that leads to death, at one within their minds There's no one here, to guide the weak, From creeping, pending doom A prayer is said, to take them from this island, the unknown This island, this wretched place, an awful piece of earth As prisoners, they've been released, to wander into night Fearful, alert eyes, gaze out and distort Expecting, detecting, the awful thigns to come Maniacal screams, a suicide pact, a lasting tone it rings The so-called crazed dead, the final heartbeat ends Dying, this coven's gone, at peace now, for all time This twisted experiment, crumbles before life's eyes Their world was torture for the living Then fate led them onward into night In life, they were different human victims But in death, they are silent corpses, equal in mind The horror, the terror, of what lies beyond On the island of the unknown, this island of the unknown