Lyrics Death Room, Pt. 3 - Gazpacho

Heavy gloom, darkest blood
Mental institutions
Afraid that he's deaf and dumb
Scared into rebellion

The sound is gone
It's upside-down
Then you turn on your own
Mental sublimation
Write yourself petitions
Demanding absolution

It's convenient that I'm reasonable
To the mind
It's my time

Eyes open, rise above
It is absurd as love
Even if it's not your own
Navigate it

The ideals were wrong
Lived by everyone
We forget about the silence
We forget the past
Was playing dead

All our idols
Fed the dogs
On broken wishes
That they stole
Called it love and
Culled the weak
Tired earth