| First appearing as suggestion it’s hunched into their minds
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| As sickened ones gathered weak and viewed as saddened tales
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| Its pact to halt the living brings ones freedom down to size
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| As lifeless corpses turning pale decomposing on healths floor
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| Brought here by an illness a mass of squirming brains
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| This awful way of letting go lets all taboos fade away
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| In a mental home it’s nested right down that lonely hall
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| A room of persons unattached to all that brings us life, sadly time has come
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| To the uncaring they’re an eyesore to loved ones constant care
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| For doctors it’s a challenge of what’s lurking down inside, creeping down
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| inside…
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| To the children they are creepy, quiet, odd, and frail
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| Misunderstood, misdiagnosed, what made this sickened brood?
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| What on earth could bring them to this awful state of mind?
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| What brought such hell into our world?, the strangled wheelchair sits!
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| We can feel the change surround them in that stare we can rely
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| We hide our tears to shelter them yet they see not what we see
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| It broods along in selective minds this kindred assembly
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| To adhere fresh-killed to live in the vice
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| Forcing minds to slowly walk the horrid, lonely path of dementia
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| Locked far away from all the world this kindred assembly
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| To adhere fresh-killed to live in the vice
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| Forcing minds to slowly walk the horrid, lonely path of dementia
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| Unknowing, uncaring they smile through it all as the doors to humanity close
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| It lives to kill and kills at will it waits to serve the insane
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| Don’t let this invasion of madness around you destroy your living soul
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| While the blood of unknown keeps falling over us all, let it fall, let it fall!
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| These nightmares that haunt them could haunt you if this hell comes looking
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| your way
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| You must go with your heart and prepare for what might await
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| This beast from hell refreshes morose and feeds forever upon our dying earth…
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| A loss of all surroundings, do they know that it’s their time?
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| For as i speak a lonely soul routinely dies again
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| Locked far away from all the world this kindred assembly
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| To adhere fresh-killed to live in the vice
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| Forcing lives to slowly walk the eternal moving only path to hell, this hell,
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| all hell, in |