the asylum - the pandemonium

 

The good messenger runs away when he can

He gets paid what he gets and swallows his curiosity

Like an albatross bringing with it counterfeit luck

I stay in the shadows, burn all my hackles and prove my insanity

I dress in all white, perjure my pride

Of the story meant to dispel the theory

That being sad is all it takes 

And time can heal but I won't make that mistake

All you need is a taste of injury 

And the asylum knows where you're meant to be

It's no wonder those bullets passed through clean

A wounded soldier won't ever for forever feel a thing

Farther I drift I claim I am insane

But once upon a time I was as tame as a candle

Flames grew darker, I grew bolder 

But only behind these three walls that stole my wonder

Weary souls look like daisies in the winter

Summer breeze pours like hail, piercing and withered

I take measures for the storm meant to tear my house down

But prophecies are enough proof of witchery in this town

I'm the demon in the tower closest to heaven

But the asylum knows that these wishes are mental

It's no wonder those bullets just grazed my thick skin

A wounded bird can be hurt only if it promises to fly again

So here's a soul for a soul and

A throne for a bone to pick apart with my bare hands

Here's a wish for a kill of joy at the table

Hair uncombed and poisoned fables

Shackles hidden like they're invisible

Masochists think they're invincible

Behind white coats, doctored high hopes, slow and forgiving

My bones tell better jokes

I'm more blue than I was before

I wonder if they lied to me about my downfall

They promised a golden road to recovery

My madness seems to be my only company

I cried blood red, phantom pains in my head

My knuckles kissed walls now they're tied by a thread

I used to draw them in but now they run from me

The asylum knows that no one really breaks free. 

-auctor