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Asylum
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Metal
Asylum è stato pubblicato il 18 settembre 2015 da Metal Blade Records come parte dell'album Abysmal
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AlbumAbysmal
Data di uscita18 settembre 2015
EtichettaMetal Blade Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM125

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Dahlia Murder
The Black Dahlia Murder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Cassidy
Alan Cassidy
Composer
Brian Eschbach
Brian Eschbach
Composer
Max Lavelle
Max Lavelle
Composer
Ryan Knight
Ryan Knight
Composer
Trevor Strnad
Trevor Strnad
Composer

Testi

To the ones that we've forgotten and labelled as insane
In institutions rotting secret Mars of family shame
Bound tightly and injected, subdued by pill regimes
Suspended animation, pull the rug over the stain
Mistreated and molested
Fed food not fit for pigs
If we're to call them human beings, why treat their lives as shit?
No chance of contribution to well-oiled society
Viewed as manure, walking wastes of the very air we breathe
Rejected disavowed, buried beneath our shallow smiles
What do they mean for us? And what do they deserve?
Four padded walls, their coffins underfunded, understaffed
In a putrid squalor, wallow while the rich and perfect have a laugh
Sons and daughters
Brethren and kin
Sisters and brothers from pictures are trimmed
Out of our sight, out of our minds
Where is the kindness on which this world prides?
This is the coldest song a voice could ever sing
It's destined to come out wrong
We've done the damnedest things
Oh, the humanity denial so disgusting
A life shackled rusting, and business is booming
We're vampires and should be ashamed
At birth found unequal, a real living freak show
Throw them in a cell and forget their existence is pain
What a shame
A shrine unto torment to minds deemed delinquent
Place holding placation, the voiceless damnated can't scream
Can you hear them scream?
Mistreated and molested
Fed food not fit for pigs
If we're to call them human beings, why treat their lives as shit?
No chance of contribution to well-oiled society
Viewed as manure, walking wastes of the very air we breathe
Sons and daughters
Brethren and kin
Sisters and brothers from pictures are trimmed
Out of our sight, out of our minds
Where is the kindness in our humankind?
This is the coldest song a voice could ever sing
It's destined to come out wrong
We've done the damnedest things
Oh, the humanity
Written by: Alan Cassidy, Brian Eschbach, Max Lavelle, Ryan Knight, Trevor Strnad
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