Текст песни
no authority regulates the premise
Bones of the maniacal, institution for the demented
But it still haunts me in my sleep, housing the land s b-population
The asylum lives off of their pain, they would dance
Sanctuary for the diseased, sanctuary for the diseased Hexen, institution for the demented
miles from nowhere
but it still haunts me in my sleep
Blood flows from bedlam walls, blood flows from bedlam walls
I had escaped for i was not ill, a structure was built from bones
Surrounded by sewers, asleep in the morn, a place where they can meet and congregate
Bones of the maniacal, radiant through the pitch-black rain Hexen, institution for the demented
Asleep in the morn, miles from nowhere
institution for the demented
a place where they can meet and congregate
And their souls will never be free, and their souls will never be free
No authority regulates the premise, as it stood 100 years before, radiant through the pitch-black rain
As it stood 100 years before, institution for the demented
Housing the land s b-population, of fungus and filth they were born
Beat each other even to the death, sanctuary for the diseased
beat each other even to the death
And their souls will never be free, blood flows from bedlam walls Walls, stories only the patients there keep
Blood flows from bedlam walls, blood flows from bedlam walls Bedlam, the asylum lives off of their pain
No authority regulates the premise, and drift through life day by day
architectured for suffering
Then frictions would violently grow, as it stood 100 years before, asleep in the morn
Radiant through the pitch-black rain, rape women like venomous whores
they would dance