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  • Artist Info: My Name Is Acid.<br />
    Welcome To My Asylum.<br />
    Enjoy Your Stay.<br />
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    Dead Beneath Black
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    Clawing at black veils from beneath<br />
    Panic wrung from hopeless night<br />
    Eyes closed against the brightness<br />
    Insanity trounces timid mind<br />
    Black visions of a dream<br />
    Demons consuming your sordid soul<br />
    Down amongst dead and rotting flesh<br />
    No escape, clawing, and screaming<br />
    Muffled by clay and hollow shell<br />
    Turn in your grave<br />
    Slippery from sweat and tears<br />
    Suffocatio​n replaces effervesce​nt coexistenc​e<br />
    Denied life<br />
    Defenestra​ted by derision's​ glaze<br />
    Dead beneath black
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    My Soulless Flesh
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    This morbid dungeon reeks of death,<br />
    My b0dy swathed in her stale breath.<br />
    Impassive eyes puncture mine,<br />
    Drain my soul, my life; her wine.<br />
    A toothless grin, slick with greed,<br />
    Latches on my lips to feed.<br />
    Drawing secrets from deep within,<br />
    Devouring all my darkest sins.<br />
    The slightest whimper; she's provoked,<br />
    Her withered hands grasp my throat.<br />
    My soulless flesh becomes a feast,<br />
    To a hundred thousand starving beasts.<br />
    I'll never see the light of day,<br />
    Shoved into a world decayed.<br />
    My breathless being; sinew, bone,<br />
    Doomed to roam this Hell alone.
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    The Asylum
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    Fallen leaves,<br />
    Rusted swings,<br />
    The flapping of pigeons wings<br />
    Erase the past and present beauty's<br />
    Of winters, falls, and springs.<br />
    Through the halls the cold wind blows,<br />
    It whistles and it sings<br />
    Of every hanging from a sling<br />
    Or wounds from instrument strings.<br />
    Children's laughs fade from rooms;<br />
    A sadness made to cling.<br />
    Shadows of this houses past<br />
    Reveal it's twisted little things.
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