Jaded and demented In the attic the bonemen soared I slammed the door behind me Reality was no more The screams of the demented Follows me where I go A secret door I entered Leads to the everflow...oh no... And the days before sunrise are the worst When my mind... goes from friend to foe So I stare into the wall of gloom Where the troops of deceit and sickness loom Confused and delusive I stand where I stand In the dungeons, in the chaos Thought the truth would set me free The cries of the demented I tried to shut them out So I did what they wanted But failed... with poison glass and rope And the days before sunrise are the worst When my mind gets challenged by my foes So I stare into the wall of gloom Where the troops of darkness loom The clouds in my veins The clouds in my gaze The sum of my pain The same every day
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