Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Αποσπερίτης... κατά φαντασία

Παρασκευή, 24 Ιανουαρίου 2014

The cuckoo's nest

I am dying tonight,feel my pulse or not

Locked in the sanitarium
For crimes I didn't commit
Reaching for the equilibrim
And the pain I endured for it

In there an army of craze

The only sane is I
And the old man I saw in zero phase
Fearing for the night he might die

In there I am the only one
That is found without sin
All the memories of everything that's done
Are people in whose lives happy they have been

And the wise old man deigned
"The man who thinks himself sane is the craziest of all"
And my heart unlocked and feigned
The error of my ways and dug the madness up my soul

Inside the sanatorium
Lobotomised and a fighter of nothing

This man of reason is the king of sorrow
And a child of tears sits nearby laughing

And the wise old man that spoke of madness
Whose eyes had seen a thousand small prays
Died free of pain and sadness
A captive of freedom until the end of his days

In a sea of sorrow, in a lake of tears
You'll find me fighting the monsters within
If you find yourself cornered by fears
Remember that feelings and fears are akin

Fears are shadows of our feelings.


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