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Insanitorioum

I wish I could have you here in my clutches
To remove the excuses from your mind
To part that haze and slice your soul to pieces
To sing a lullaby as I tied you to the slab
To shave your head with a dulling razor…

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Jealous of madness

Ripping like spokes in my shaved head

Smash my ribs again

If my childish idiosyncrasy wet the bed

Kill the fucking rosary

That you clutched like bottles of tequila

This isn’t a missionary

Again unveiling your obvious dementia

Bad colours bite down

Splattering glass alongside their torsos

Whores into the horror

The cannibals filling up every meal row

Are you nauseous yet?

Spill the contents of your empty throat

Clap with sharp blades

Bodies dancing and twitching, all bloat

Don’t shut necrotic eyes

This is a madhouse, pleasure and pure

So hear their final encore

Echoes of pain or laughter, I’m not sure.

~*~

For nothing, for selfishness
In a perfect world
I would get my wish.

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Briarcliff Manor

We’re defective, we’re elective, we are the good boys and girls gone bad

So restrain me and cure me now with *buzz* *buzz* electroshocks

Cane me and lock me up within the corners of grimy limestone walls

Torture me to your own whims Sister; why not? It’s a madhouse after all

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Boiling baths to condense your soul of all its black smoking madness

Solitary confinement to expel the numerous demons you possess

Colourful characters to see, like greedy priests and a Santa Claus defaced

Mexicans and devilish nuns, and here comes ‘ol infamous Bloody Face
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Scarlet Rorschach tests that the psychiatrist provides are spattering

Patterned rusty blood and brown faeces on the floor are freely dripping

What do you see? A knife? A heart? A person? Or a shiny gun?

Worry not, my dearest patient, you and I are going to have so much fun

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Screams and chants and yells and thudding heads in a morbid symphony

A terrible storm is brewing, so let’s just go and watch a old Christian movie

Demons, monsters, angel of death, Nazis, aliens, all this sheer nonsense

So go ahead and take a pick from this varied roster of utter madness

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Now it’s time to take a side; are you a victim? Or the victor?

Do you want bitter pills to cure your ails, or retribute with a glinting razor?

Decide your fate, come what may, but in the end, surely you’ll still fall

Oh what the hell everyone, shut up and deal, it’s a madhouse after all.

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