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Asylum
217
Turnede
Metal
Asylum adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Metal Blade Records tarafından 18 Eylül 2015 tarihinde yayınlandıAbysmal
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AlbümAbysmal
Çıkış Tarihi18 Eylül 2015
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM125

Krediler

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

Şarkı sözleri

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 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 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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