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The leash that bleeds me: sanatorium.
   Wed May 09, 2018 8:19 pm

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The leash that bleeds me: sanatorium.

Permanent Linkby Sam the man Leslie on Wed May 09, 2018 8:19 pm

I dream the same thing every night:
No locked doors, no windows barred.
Build my fear of what is out there-
Assuring me that I’m insane:
Twisting my mind and smashing my dreams,
Pain monopoly;
Ritual misery.

Dark deception kills the light-
The door crack’s open but there’s no sun shinning through.
Speak the words I want to hear
To make my daemons run;
Moon is full, never seems to change:
Welcome to where time stands still.
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkness clear-
In madness you dwell:
Another star denies the grave.

(Ladies and gentlemen...)
Step right up and see the man who taught the truth-
Find me guilty of the life I feel within.
When new friends only know half the story:
The door is locked now but it’s open if you’re true...
If you can understand the me;
Then I can understand the you.
Through black of day, dark of night:
Cause I’m the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?

Chop your breakfast on a mirror,
Just call my name cause I’ll hear you scream master.
End of passion play, crumbling away
(I’m your source of self-destruction)
: Mutiny in the air,
Mirror stares back hard;
But violent use brings...
And I, I am the thorn within.
Like twisted vines they grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole,
But; the memory remains:
Out from ruins once possessed,
Fallen city-
Living death.

Bleed me a cure
I’m sowing the seeds I take for granted;
I take the leash that bleeds me.
I do your time,
I take your fall;
I’m branded guilty for us all:
There is nothing left for me...
Need the end to set me free.

(And now what you’ve all been waiting for...)
I give you the man that suffers the truth:
The fearless wretch insanity;
Prey for father, roaming free-
They think our heads are in their hands...
Obey your master.
Swing the noose again:
Our kind of people had a bed for the night-
We share this; paralyzed.
Drift away, fade away:
Sleep my friend and you will see-
That dreams is my reality.

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