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Inspiriert durch die herausragende australische Serie Wakefield, die in einer psychiatrischen Klinik spielt.
Vocals: Saros (SynthV)
Vocals: Saros (SynthV)
Either sad or mad
Balance disturbed
Sometimes she goes mad
Always perturbed
Wounded soul never whole
Always forlorn
Behind bars and full of scars
By the pricks of a thorn
Would like to make a journey through her broken mind
Would like to explore her feelings cause I’m feeling blind
Turbulence beneath the surface - magma flows in turmoil
So many emotions buried deep under the soil
Treatment and strong medication
Docs told me I’d have to be patient
The scalpel would be the last option
According to doc Peter Robson
‘Sooner or later she’ll feel fine
The tumor may well be benign’
I should never give up my hope
Phrases like out of a hospital soap
Last week she treated me vile
A setback in her medical file
Today she gave me a smile
Rising my heart to the skies
New treatment seems to be working
Mental balance has slightly improved
But will this beast still be lurking
Deep inside her, sabertoothed?
Bad phase the next day
Constant ups and downs
It feels like a wicked betrayal
A burden of a thousand pounds
Thin crust. Under her skin
Bad emotions stirred
Nerves have to sooth. Got the blues
Thoughts confused and blurred
Balance disturbed
Sometimes she goes mad
Always perturbed
Wounded soul never whole
Always forlorn
Behind bars and full of scars
By the pricks of a thorn
Would like to make a journey through her broken mind
Would like to explore her feelings cause I’m feeling blind
Turbulence beneath the surface - magma flows in turmoil
So many emotions buried deep under the soil
Treatment and strong medication
Docs told me I’d have to be patient
The scalpel would be the last option
According to doc Peter Robson
‘Sooner or later she’ll feel fine
The tumor may well be benign’
I should never give up my hope
Phrases like out of a hospital soap
Last week she treated me vile
A setback in her medical file
Today she gave me a smile
Rising my heart to the skies
New treatment seems to be working
Mental balance has slightly improved
But will this beast still be lurking
Deep inside her, sabertoothed?
Bad phase the next day
Constant ups and downs
It feels like a wicked betrayal
A burden of a thousand pounds
Thin crust. Under her skin
Bad emotions stirred
Nerves have to sooth. Got the blues
Thoughts confused and blurred
