THE ASYLUM (ACT II)

THUN

VERSE 1

I’m banging my head against the bubble cushion
Alone in my room head-trips with multiple concussions
cheeks stained with rosy blushes, the highest of blood pressures
hot and cold flashes, flashbacks, paintings painted with red brushes
the thick dust from the cloth, it almost got me smothered
that’s all I remember, now locked up in asylum
orderlies rush my quarters with heavy violence
strapping me in straightjackets, practice medical science
violate my rights, disregard my helpless cries
a quick thought passes through my mind
where the fuck is Ty, is he still alive
or is he in that house on the wall living a still life
did he escape and manage to get out
I wonder where he is as I lie here strapped to a couch, gags in my mouth
Feeling needles from syringes piercing my flesh now
Taking me out AHHH!!!, my vision blurry like clouds
Dr. Freeze counting care-bears with a dead stare
Who goes there! When I look in mirrors reflections don’t appear
They stripped me off my character
I am who I was, the person that is here now is lost
what was it all about, Are they hiding something
tell me that it wasn’t all for nothing, tell me something!

SIN FEINN

VERSE 2


Nurse restrain em 1 delusional thee other trapped in physical
Sedate em Nurse restrain em
sector 4 K9 doctor Nocturnal night breed
Mental magic when talking about me
We need my psychotic self to help us at stage6
To make yah die in special effects,
Talking about unpleasant mental facilities
welcome 2 mental caskets you need a doses
holler at doc knock vessels psychotic beliefs
about a house entrapped inside fantasies and paintings
You need 4000 milligrams to the neck purple en yellow tablets
so I could sees what seems to be the problem
you needs medication that chooses to ease more pain
dressed in white jacket doctor Sin Feinn
specialized Celsius asylum in cubica

CHORUS

I can’t help myself still being carried by song
The images from that house are far from gone
ticks from clocks Dings followed by dongs
still being haunted by the people trapped in the cloth
rude awakenings waking up startled
far from home in some asylum on the outskirts
strapped in straightjackets drugged by a scientist
paintings, that house we were framed by an artist

TYRONE

VERSE 3

Pain is only pain severe pain I feel
Molecule by molecule is my body being rebuilt
Don’t know how it happened but I’m in the basement
Standing next to the frame of an empty portrait
I’m forced to find the source of this strange occurrence
Task rescue one from a place where death is certain
An evil surgeon slash doc detained the last tenant somehow
He’s making sure the story of this house don’t leak out
Leave now, time is not a luxury
Or the last time you’ll see him is if you dig a hole in the cemetery
This house grew angry floorboards try to battle me
I stumble off the stairs and the house collapsed behind me
Out the front door headed for the city seeing black spots
Visited the local hospitals and burial plots
Paper clippings that my man got committed
An unlisted address so I faked my own madness
Shouting out numbers walking backwards perfecting my gimmick
Authorities came and dropped me off at the clinic
Entered revolving doors snuck past the front desk
Of a psychiatric ward to sector 4…

BRIDGE

Was it the cloth? Dead eyes staring from walls
Padded room doors we locked away in hospitals
I couldn’t help myself, day of departure was the hardest
Retarded, covered my tracks but got framed by an artist

CHORUS

I can’t help myself still being carried by song
The images from that house are far from gone
ticks from clocks Dings followed by dongs
still being haunted by the people trapped in the cloth
rude awakenings waking up startled
far from home in some asylum on the outskirts
strapped in straightjackets drugged by a scientist
paintings, that house we were framed by an artist