PATRICK: Browning leaves. Keys to the city. Let me inside your mind
JACOB: How long in a padded cell?
Cotton seeps out my mouth
P: Don't leave me all alone
J: Hands pressing against my skull
10 to 20 seeking escape
The walls don’t hold the right key
A key of tissue never unlocked anything
J&P: Go home. Go home
The beasts are out
They feast on us
P: Bubblegum pink walls ooze your dreams to green