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Welcome To The Madhouse
03:55
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Welcome to the Madhouse,
The shelter for outcasts,
The cemetery of hopes,
Which are haunted by past.
You are always welcome,
All arriving guests.
The souls who have lost their names,
Here will find despair.
Cut off from the sun forever,
Pale shadows roam.
And the shackles on the feet
Are lighter than the chains inside.
Strange signs on the stones,
Mysterious symbols -
Perhaps madmen know
More than any of us.
Alone with own thoughts,
The nightmare is coming true.
The disease is losing limits
There’s no mercy for you.
My dear friend, we will help to understand
What's happening to you.
My dear friend, here you are safe,
You can smile and laugh.
My dear friend, we’ll cure the disease,
It's just your curved mirror.
My dear friend, stay,
Here's your family.
The gray walls are destroyed in some places,
The historic building is overgrown with ivy,
Strong wind shakes hands with the massive gates,
They creak and cry along with the night.
Welcome!
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2. |
The Night Stores Secrets
03:52
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Incessant rains have filled the alley,
They’re barely lit by the dim light.
Bad weather seems to be everywhere,
Darkness is the mistress of the night.
Madhouse is stiffened,
Speechless giant.
But there is a feeling
Of something elusive.
The night stores secrets,
As a mother cares her child.
The night stores secrets,
Shocking, dark and wild.
Dark shadows of the ancient trees
Hide a lot of memories.
Madhouse is stiffened,
Speechless giant.
As sharp canines,
His outlining grin.
The night stores secrets,
As a mother cares her child.
The night stores secrets,
Shocking, dark and wild.
The night…
The night stores secrets…
After midnight
The evil finds the will.
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Drop of blood falls on the yellowed by the damp tiles,
Deep underground, someone can’t sleep.
Keepers are leading by the hands
A pale shadow of the lost sheep.
Skinner’s box takes him into its power,
It will swallow his mind and will.
It will train servile reflex.
Is it God's purpose or intent reverse side?
Why? Of suffering more and more.
The pain and anguishing of a man. What for?
Here everything is sold,
Нere’re only fear and cold.
Excitation of the beast grows.
Drop him into the water, exile the devil away!
Holy God!
He will emerge or disappear forever in hell.
So be it!
He swam up and ran for torturers,
Striving for revenge and blood,
Wishing of death!
Madhouse is constrained by a dream,
Night sounds and noises keep
The magic of space and anxiety,
Evil is surging in liberty.
Behind the gates of the manor of fools
Slice of life. And only the moon
Lights up the streets and the bridges,
And dreams of how to get blind.
Why? Of suffering more and more.
The pain and anguishing of a man. What for?
Here everything is sold,
Нere’re only fear and cold.
Excitation of the beast grows.
On the table enmeshed by cables,
Tied up victim is ready to suffer
The discharge current.
Breathing is interrupted by wheezing
And coughing, spit of the dark red saliva.
The end is nigh.
The smell of burning is a sigh of doom,
Oh, that feeling of fried flesh!
The eyes of a murderer as white as his robe,
Hunger of beast is growing in them.
Unimaginable scream
Shook’s the madhouse, it became quiet.
Maybe in the morning this will over,
Meantime, only the moon
Was Looking sadly at this world.
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4. |
The Pious Breakfast
04:41
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Today you expelled
Their ghosts from the head.
Today you deserve
Your pious breakfast.
The bell calls and guests rush to the tables,
Not noticing that they have become a little less.
Legs are tangled it the wide robes,
Blessed are the eyes, and cloudless sky in their temple.
Today you expelled
Their ghosts from the head.
Today you deserve
Your pious breakfast.
It’s a special day in the Madhouse,
And, it seems, the linen is clean.
Parish priest will read a prayer,
Evening papers will write:
We have made a great discovery,
The new step in science.
Their brain is no longer a mystery
Madness is under control.
But there's one of them suffering of schizophrenia.
The incredible strength of his feelings inside.
We need to remove, hide from the curious public
The monster doesn’t fit into the usual life of people.
Meanwhile, the corpse is cooling downstairs.
The victim of treatment, the fruit of a filthy mind, has gone to the Lord of Hell.
For a long time the walls will not give back that horror, those cries they have absorbed.
For a long time the air will contain the scent of death.
For a long time the ghosts will search for the way out of here.
The instruments of torture eagerly await for nightfall, the curtain of darkness.
To try new methods of humanity progress and it’s degrade.
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5. |
Ocean Of Prozac
04:59
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Every morning I look in a mirror,
The reflection of time’s in the eyes,
His inexorable stream without errors
In hectic days.
Turning the pages sometimes
I see footprints
In the mirror,
That’s a simple still glass,
It only shows me,
Unable to make me free.
I’m alone in the ocean of Prozac,
I’m alone with reflection of my pain.
People are glasses that hide the emotions,
The loop of gallows on my neck.
Cold frozen eyes are inspiring fear
In the reflection of black.
Any life is divided into fragments
In the mirror,
That’s a simple still glass.
It only shows me,
Unable to make me free.
I’m alone in the ocean of Prozac,
I’m alone with reflection of my pain.
I’m alone in the ocean of Prozac,
I’m alone with reflection of my pain.
I’m sinking deeper…
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6. |
I'm Eating My Flesh
06:43
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The boiling inside of me is growing and confusing the thoughts,
Veins are swollen and ready to explode.
I…I’m degrading… I’m scraping the wall,
Help me, let me die, I pray for releasing.
The crucifix is hanged under the ceiling and shadow is falling on it,
Rats are squeaking, waiting for their prey.
Jesus’s looking at me, feeling agony,
He has passed this way along the Golgotha.
I can no longer endure the fire!
I’m eating so avidly!
I can’t feel my skin, burning self!
I’m eating my flesh, oh God!
The nonsense has entangled me,
Has led me to the madhouse.
I laughed… I laughed so sweet…
A madman, I was right.
I can see silhouettes, scary masks,
They are floating in the eyes.
They are shouting, I'm in hell,
I feel His fixed sight.
I can no longer endure the fire!
I’m eating so avidly!
I can’t feel my skin, burning self!
I’m eating my flesh, oh God!
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You'll remember clanging teeth
And shudder with disgust.
You will dream of this gnashing
In your nightmares.
These bloodfilled following eyes,
They will not leave,
They are looking straight into the soul,
Turning inside out,
Raping your heart,
Releasing the guts.
They are gnawing each other,
Сeased to be human beings.
Everything is mixed… blood… Hatred in this cage.
Nothing more can help the doomed,
Malice of the world
Has become the rage of their souls,
Their funeral dirge.
Lattice will save the doctors from
Madmen and beasts.
They will take guns and shoot
Them like dogs.
New patients will come here soon,
Tomorrow they will begin
The treatment for insanity.
Welcome to the Madhouse.
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8. |
Flame Of Redemption
04:27
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Everything ever ends with and ash gives new life.
The death of all living gives count down of revival.
We can only accept, as the struggle is meaningless.
Man has appeared here to leave into the emptiness.
The Madhouse is burning and flames are bursting out of the windows.
Where evil has become the lord, there will only be ashes and memories.
They are dying, burning alive at the gates with ivy, beyond insanity.
The Darkness is celebrating.
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