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mad mans diary - rondarb lyrics

[intro]
yea, yea
mysdiggi rondarb

[verse 1]
feeling like hes supposed to be dead over the edge
until falling, throat full of med’s
broken his legs and hes still crawling from dark clouds
over his head but they still forming
only provoking the devil to k!ll boredom
the floors splitting rapidly
thoughts switching maniacally
so bad hes trapped inside the world of insanity
flask backs, blurred visions of his work hitting
black sacks of disturbed victims that weren’t living
the smell of deaths, circles in every breath
severed heads, rested next those mentally getting stressed
who can’t hide from the loud cries, of the dark side
with sharp knives, gouged eyes and scarred minds
no sleep, the torturer screams filled the nights air
right there, to turn all his dreams into nightmares
hes unknowingly, heavily sedated
recording his last thoughts with that he’d never ever make it
he couldn’t believe his luck, smiling at celebration
he thought, he’d made it thru all this violent interrogation
but nah, the pain taught him that nothing can numb the feeling
still strapped to a bed, looking up at a bl–dy ceiling
hes feeling

[chorus]

trapped in a mad man’s diary
trapped in a mad man’s diary
trapped in a mad man’s diary
trapped in a mad man’s diary
silence screams, blocked out by violent themes
all he has is nightmares, no time for dreams
now he’s
trapped in a mad man’s diary
trapped in a mad man’s diary

[verse 2]

as if there’s no where out of this place
aching like they blew his whole brain out of his face
and cause his soul late finding an escape
he’d prefer to be cold face down in a lake
a former torturer, now a 80 year old veteran
like dr lecter getting a taste of his own medicine
shaking his own skeleton, making his bones trembling
noticing this stone cold face in a robe entering
a rusted saw in his clutch of course
plus some other tortured instruments just to -ssure blood will pour
smiling like he was in love with gore and nothing more
but you could barely see him grinning thru them muzzle jaws
was the one to talk his way with actions
so he made this action, giving the old man’s face a slashing
the screaming vet, filled the air with bad breath
whilst losing the last two finger nails that he had left
torn quicker than a worn sticker
by the tall figure, who had a raw stink of wall stripper
from his pocket he pulled out
a black book, held it out in front of him
and demanded the old man look
what do you want? whats met with
just up and listen you’re about to hear the memoirs
of one of your victims, who i knew as my father
he slowly began reading, as the old man’s breathing weakened
still bleeding now he’s really feeling

[chorus]

[outro]
and as the days, slowly turned into weeks
the air was filled with reluctant smell
of dead corpses, decapitated bodies
was scattered on the floor
and decorating the interior
i can feel nothing but pain
the screams we’re heard but never answered
as barbed wire, kept me strapped down to the bed
the door open, and the torturer came in
throwing what seemed like acid across my face

- rondarb lyrics

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