Darkness swims into your view like the shadow of the night from thunderstorms.
In dark light the guillotine sinks, and is led to your powerful arm.
Everything decays in the darkness, there is no escape.
In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom
The cries of the insane
Scratching the walls
Their fingers torn and raw.
In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom….
Torn and raw
Their fingers broken
Their cries like a banshee
This is hell they are living in
Behind the eyes are the beauty and the lies
The darkness consumes all of you
Trapped in your own insane mind.
In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom
The cries of the insane
Scratching the walls
Their fingers torn and raw.
In deepest, darkest part of asylum
Lies a man in a straight coat
Struggling for freedom….
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