Disincarnated
What's laying here inside four walls,
Are memories unborn"¦
The richest of the richest ones,
Would buy me these for sure"¦
The mirrored paintings, becoming my own schemes,
A diagram of this soul"¦ A plant of foundries to redeem"¦
And the shades of the lucid things,become another woe"¦
In sanity I can swell my pain, and hope is mirrored unborn!
Wraiths feed me every night in silence, mMice keep just calling in"¦
And the sweetest taste of novocaine, is reduced to infants hilarity!!!
And the innocence keeps its daily loss, as the children see hallowed souls,
Without a hand that feeds them with love, dismantling in tears and woes"¦
But inside this asylum I'm dying!
This orphanage has engulfed me within"¦
If we could see the tears they cry,
In hope they live, pursue their lives!
These walls where cursed, insanity!
But now they're blessed, for they can see"¦