Come save me from walking off a windowsill
or I’ll sleep in the rain.
Don’t you remember when I was a bird
and you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America
briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again,
can’t get enough trash.

In every classroom, every street there are always the troublemakers, the loners who you're pretty sure have a few issues and the down right insane people. Thin spread as they are there always about causing havoc and giving society a world of needless grief. What would happen if you gathered all these people and brought them to one place. Madness, sheer madness. Accepting those from the ages of fourteen all the way up to twenty three these young people can be anything from cold blooded killers, petty thieves to even those who have mental illnesses through no fault of their own. It's havoc to say the least and all those who aren't considered for for society are sent here. They even accept simple troublemakers who get kicked out of school.

He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.

What happens to the inmates here exactly, punishment, a helping hand or even the chance for a better life? Nobody on the outside knows quite how severe it here. Here, in the year two thousand an eight, modern word and the government are hiding these people away. The problem children of the generation all placed together. Nothing much happens in all honesty, they live in terrible seclusion from the outside world, harsh punishments from staff who just don't seem to care and even the staff who try to help know that they're never really going to get out of the institute. Parents told their children will be safe, contact all cut and in theory they just vanish, nobody remembers them and more importantly nobody cares.

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in
to learn his clothes had been thieved at the train station.
Rope hung his other branch
and at the end was a dog called bambi
Who was chewing on his parliaments
when he tried to save the calendar business.

What about the staff? They must be at least a little worried for the teens, knowing they will never get out. Most of the teenagers are placed of medication of some kind even if it is to just subdue them however those who are seen as being fit still have to go through counseling. It isn't just a case of good and bad staff here either. Some are actually there to help the inmates and try to make their stay as easy as possible however there are those who wish to make those nasty little criminals suffer. Due to the lack of rules punishments can be painfully imaginative and even though it is frowned upon there are secret relationships going on between staff and inmates. We just don't know who.

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
fell to a cheap crowd
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
you know we live in a toy.
Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
But there ain’t no sunshine in his song
We must reinvent love

Now the only thing left to do is live with what has become, most will fight against the current, the staff and all with become part of something more. A clique, somewhere to be long but here they're different. At rescue your clique is based on one of the seven deadly sins but which sin will would fall under.
welcome to rescued. were all treated as criminals here.