Song of the Dented

Cut me down, from this pain,
The chair awaits,
It's only fair,
For every witness must repay.

When I ask about your sorrows,
And get locked up within this cell,
Writhing, screaming, calling for you,
Don't leave me by myself again.

I took the key and freed myself,
Although it belonged to you,
I fell out the window, and for once,
You didn't catch me.

(You only did in my drug induced visions)
Where have you gone, little cockroach?
I'll never take the needles again.
I'm the only one who managed to escape.
Can someone come catch me?