In 1962, tucked away from memory An institute in which a boy suffered utmost tragedy
No one speaks about The Case of Arryn Jack Peculiar, unnatural, his mind twisted and black
The world that he resides, misshapen and obscure An irony a child could be entranced with death's allure
The night he walked the gardens and met a tall young man They talked for hours and hours before young Arryn left the lad
The boy awoke, eager to converse, Peered into his friend's room The man had split his head in two, A horrific sight, though not the last Behold Death's point of view
Caretaker, she makes his bed She caught a glimpse of his visage, And from his gaze she fled
Clawing out her eyes "I can't unsee his glare" With a slipknot, tightly wrapped She kicked away the chair
The Asylum Fell into despair The Asylum A Self-Slaughter Affair
"Death child"
He hears them shouting Wondering if the voices will take him away
"They had no chance to survive" "No meaning in their suicide" "It must somehow be his fault" "No signs of struggle or assault"
Young Arryn knew The men will come again And lock him up Unless he talks to them
He had no control No way he could know All he wanted was to speak his mind
The doctors and nurses, as if snarled by curses Had slit all of their fucking throats and died
The Asylum Fell into despair The Asylum A Self-Slaughter Affair
No one speaks about The Case of Arryn Jack Peculiar, unnatural, his mind twisted and black
The world that he resides, misshapen and obscure The patients who grew fond of him, their lives could not endureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
