III-Aborym

[ti:III] [ar:Aborym] [al:Psychogrotesque] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]III - Aborym [00:02.66]Total isolation [00:03.36] [00:03.97]Rooms all the same [00:05.85] [00:06.47]Empty glasses puke and stains of blood [00:10.47] [00:13.59]And the marks of scratches against silent walls [00:16.70] [00:17.27]And I can still hear the screams of psychos [00:20.32] [00:20.88]And I can still feel the blows [00:22.13]And the stink of medicines [00:23.51] [00:24.19]And the screams of silence of endless nights [00:26.50] [00:27.31]That neverending darkness [00:28.69] [00:29.62]And that blinding white of the walls [00:32.56] [00:33.37]Dozen and dozen of beings [00:35.18] [00:36.30]Drag themselves with no sense [00:38.92] [00:40.36]There are no mirrors [00:44.91] [00:45.97]Nobody owns anything [00:46.84]It's like time has forgot to flow [00:49.28] [00:50.96]Time with no meaning [00:53.33] [00:54.64]I heard those voices inside me: you must die slowly slowly where were them [01:13.38] [01:14.44]I could feel them coming to my brain [01:20.80] [01:22.00]Mysterious nothing multiproblematic reign [01:26.48] [01:28.04]I couldn't contrast them [01:32.35]I tried to run madly even by night [01:37.34]I couldn't suffocate them [01:41.77] [01:42.65]Those voices were leaking in me [01:49.96] [01:50.65]Until they took every single corner of my mind [01:55.08] [01:55.83]Until they became so deafening to feel the urge [02:01.02]Of screaming to shut them [02:06.45]The descent to this hell interspersed with attempts of escape [02:12.01]Of degradation and violence [02:18.06] [02:44.21]Long years of horror - the horror of solitude: abandon [02:50.26] [02:51.19]And I banged with my fists to the walls [03:05.05]With hundredfold strength [03:07.92] [03:34.00]In here men don't praise the evil [03:36.75] [03:41.49]But they buy the good that they find inside of it [03:44.99] [03:45.67]In here are swallowed fluorescent poisons and asbestos pills