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[asylum]

sometimes a song is more than an arrangement of sounds
like someone's life that vibrates somewhere deep inside the ground
in the air, yet between both.. in places where dreams go
i died on the 14th of november and somehow made it back
there's a price you pay in pain for walking through the devils door
it's not exactly in the floor.. you couldn't open a latch
you gotta walk along a path that opens the hatch
broken attachment.. frequency drift.. man kind leaping and shit
there's no half or a whole only pieces that fit
being deceased isn't easy a bit..
sometimes you come back but don't actually breath
so it starts to turn black before you fall backwards and leap
like a rams skull doing backflips down your pupil back to home
to the place between the life and death where you actually grow
this straight forward explanations not a practical joke
i wouldn't take the time and risk exposure
to nature's balance seeking missing closure
i've spoken with the voice of death
in time came to know it's source
fingernails in coffin lids dig deep in the dirt
where time leaps in reverse burning the bridge back you need so badly it hurts
it concerns me a bit. i think people should learn..
so if the message in this handbook so far piqued a concern
this advice might be what you'll need to be able to feel if it burns

i don't think random violence has been fully explored
because you may have never helped a person with a demon before
lets get that feature explored..
i spoke in a tone only used for the purpose of healing
and asked them questions about their personal feelings
why they were angry and how they were hurt
they spoke of missing the dark back in the dirt
as if looking through the eyes of another person was common
mental ray bursts like atomic beams that carry the mind
to places i can barely define..
it's hard to know when you'll be crossing the line
frequency drift leaves you between places
wish it could feel weightless..
but the weight's unbearably large
smashing your feet into the ground terribly hard
it gets easier in time when you learn to walk back to safety
turned to a warp speed corpse forced to flee from the forces of haides
once was force fed the baby of a devil i gave birth to in hell
and i'm pretty sure in that instance it was satan himself
i've seen a man walk away
on backward bending legs of a goat
and the same spirit more evolved walked down the street with a fucking trombone
furry goat legs strutting in the march of his band
playing the never ending song of the eternally damned

hear the time and space that's tearing as you fall out of reach
being ripped from the fabric of all that is has effects i can teach
first is infectious disease. it's practically easy for demons to touch you
they just have to find the right person and brush you
like an art piece with a pen writing in the blood that's in your veins
showing an oasis up ahead you never get to reach is insane
they create and destroy playing with your fate as a toy
not to say they enjoy it
most are angry to live yet needing employment
needing darkness with your essence breeds an evil i can sense
it's a feeling in the air like gravity to fence
dragging chain links down with the worms that feed on intent
the weakest parts of you will be where you need to be strongest
and the most important thing is to be unreasonably honest
because a lie to yourself can make you lay in mounds of coal
once they've taken all you are and have your vessel in control
i know a spirit when i see it. their essence peering from concealment
one has eyes that glow in strange hues you never really see
ultraviolet set on violence ripped from hellish living dreams
another's chocolate brown and closer to an animal than human
a creator in a sense that was too ancient for ruins
i know loki's like a fire god back in times of the mayans
there's different ways that spirits learn to reach out from silence
you might detect them with science as quantum medium burns
because some living entities don't have their reach a concern
i've saw a hand stretch as fingers plucked on the strings of my soul
as that bending flesh was dancing it's song of control
i was connected to a place that likes their secrets kept forever
understanding darkness leaves you marked with a different scarlet letter
i've gone from target to an ally in our dance with the abyss
and i'll always remember my second chance's sacred gift