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Surgery Theater
03:13
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Bound to this bed
Racing down hallways
I can see nothing, but pain is coming
It’s here
I have been sedated
They will soon dissect me
“Your time has come now”
I hear them say
Torture implements at the ready
This isn’t happening
This isn’t real
I see them covered in blood
This horrible surgeon’s club
I can’t escape from their grasp
I let out one final gasp
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2. |
White-Walled Cage
03:13
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Awake again
In this soft white bed
My gaze affixed on the window
As I stare blankly at the rain
The cold subsides
And I’m warm again
This bed is mine
I swallow the pills they give me
Smell the flowers they brought me
But they won’t say
Why I’m here
What here even is
Just empty smiles as they say goodbye
I just want to know
What is wrong with me
I feel as though I’ve been here
For a thousand years
I haven’t seen outside these walls
Since before I could remember
And the picture out the window
Is just as bleak everyday
I feel restless and yet
They won’t let me leave
The hall that I stay in
I find myself surrounded
By the dead and dying
I don’t know what else I can do
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3. |
Dreaming of Hell
03:10
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This dark envelopes me
This nightmare has begun
Their faces, I've seen them
Their bodies are mine
To taunt me
Into insanity
I am trapped within this violent hell
Forced to bear witness
Walls caked in blood and flesh
I can see no end
Suddenly a bright light blinds my eyes
I look to see but what is seen will forever haunt me
Horns
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4. |
Mortal Coil
03:44
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I look around at the dying and sick
Wasting away in their deathbeds
Bodies weak and frail
We don’t last long
I see nothing but pain and suffering
Damn this hospital
I can never leave
Left alone to die
With the dregs of humanity
Wasted years in this bed
Wasted life
I hope someday that I can be free from this
But I know that day will never come
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5. |
Interlude
02:58
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6. |
Contemplation
03:35
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I keep going over it in my head
As I lay here on this soft white bed
And I can’t seem to think of another way out
In all these years I’ve never known why I was here
And I don’t think I’ll ever find out
So I must take matters into my own hands
I’m left with no option
I must make this end
Can’t continue this way
You can’t make me stay
What more can I do
What is left for me
There is nothing here
I must make this end
Faced with my mortality
I don’t know what to choose
In this grim reality
I have nothing to prove
Harshest of fates I’ve been given
This cannot be real
But in this hellish hospital
I cannot still remain
Horrors I’ve seen through
Your ugly face
This won’t be my fate
I will take my life into
My own hands
This will be the last
Morning
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7. |
Nosocomial
03:11
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Now comes the final end to this torture
This shell will hold only pain
I can see so clearly now
This was always the way it ends
I can be finally free
No longer afraid to sleep
There are no goodbyes to have
In this bed I’ve seen nothing
But my own decay
Lingering in this world
Was never in my grasp
I have nothing left to say
Just one final gasp
I am most peaceful as I stare
Into the void before me
Leap of faith into a better world
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Iōhannēs North Carolina
Iōhannēs is an American solo musician from North Carolina. Though primarily a metal musician, Iōhannēs' music spans multiple genres as they seem too stupid to just settle on one. Inspired by the likes of Toby Driver, Devin Townsend, and Ihsahn, Iōhannēs continues to expand their musical horizons until they come to terms with their own mediocrity. ... more
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