Asylum

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Words are nothing in this institute of silence

Madness rules us all here

And no one can stop it

We scream to ourselves

And whisper back

Our heads are filled with runaway trains

And crashing butterflies

Psychedelic horrors through our eyes

And hot thick stench through our noses

Is the outside world

Welcome to the asylum

Our institute of ear drum splintering silence

We've been waiting for a new friend to play with

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