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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