aSylum

industrial hip-hop, industrial metal, future funk, symphonic gothic metal

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(Verse 1)
I’m lookin’ ‘round the hollow (), and what do I see?
A world drunk on hogwash () and high on the spree.
You’re talkin’ codswallop (), just a load of old hat (),
While the facts are getting buried like a scrawny barn rat.
It’s a cockamamie () circus, a barmy () display,
Where the gormless () are leading the blind through the gray.
Logic’s been bushwhacked (US), left for the crows,
And where the hell it went? Only the devil knows!

(Chorus - Aggressive Nu-Metal Style)
Nothing makes sense! The circuit is blown!
Common sense is dead and the seeds are all sown!
Logic is lost in a bedlam () of lies,
We’re staring at the sun with two hollow eyes!
IT’S CRAZY! IT’S CRACKERS! THE REASON IS GONE!
A world full of shadows waitin’ for a dawn that won’t come!

(Verse 2)
They got kangaroos loose in the top paddock (AU), for sure,
Peddling a furphy () that there ain't no cure.
You’re off your trolley (), you’re stark raving mad,
The best parts of thinkin’ are the ones we once had.
It’s all topsy-turvy (), a dog’s breakfast (AU) of thought,
Selling us the freedom that was already bought.
You drongos () and dills (), you’re flat out () insane,
There’s a massive dust-up () inside of your brain!

(Bridge - Metal Breakdown)
(Heavy, chugging low-E string rhythms)
(Screamed)
UP IS DOWN!
BLACK IS WHITE!
WE’RE LOSING THE WILL TO STAND UP AND FIGHT!
(Growled)
It’s poppycock ()!
It’s malarkey ()!
The world is a shambles () and it’s getting real darky!
DISCONNECTED!
BYPASSED!
DEAD ON ARRIVAL!

(Verse 3)
So pour me a double of that white lightning () shine,
Since the whole damn planet has lost its design.
It’s a donnybrook () of nonsense, a shemozzle () of grief,
And the "experts" are nothing but a dodgy () old thief.
We’re stonkered (), we’re finished, we’re knackered () and beat,
Just a bunch of numpties () wandering the street.
Logic is a ghost, just a fair dinkum () myth,
And there ain't nobody left to talk reason with!

(Outro)
(Music stops abruptly, leaving only a low hum)
Common sense...
Born: A long time ago.
Died: Yesterday.
Cause of death: Extreme balderdash ().
(Laughter that turns into a distorted cough)
Nothing. Makes. Sense.
(Heavy feedback slam)

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(Intro) (Sound of a radio dial spinning through static and incoherent news clips) Is the signal coming through? Does it even matter? Up is down, left is right, and the truth is shattered. Common sense didn't just leave... it was evicted. Welcome to the asylum. (Verse 1) I’m lookin’ ‘round the hollow (), and what do I see? A world drunk on hogwash () and high on the spree. You’re talkin’ codswallop (), just a load of old hat (), While the facts are getting buried like a scrawny barn rat. It’s a cockamamie () circus, a barmy () display, Where the gormless () are leading the blind through the gray. Logic’s been bushwhacked (US), left for the crows, And where the hell it went? Only the devil knows! (Chorus - Aggressive Nu-Metal Style) Nothing makes sense! The circuit is blown! Common sense is dead and the seeds are all sown! Logic is lost in a bedlam () of lies, We’re staring at the sun with two hollow eyes! IT’S CRAZY! IT’S CRACKERS! THE REASON IS GONE! A world full of shadows waitin’ for a dawn that won’t come! (Verse 2) They got kangaroos loose in the top paddock (AU), for sure, Peddling a furphy () that there ain't no cure. You’re off your trolley (), you’re stark raving mad, The best parts of thinkin’ are the ones we once had. It’s all topsy-turvy (), a dog’s breakfast (AU) of thought, Selling us the freedom that was already bought. You drongos () and dills (), you’re flat out () insane, There’s a massive dust-up () inside of your brain! (Bridge - Metal Breakdown) (Heavy, chugging low-E string rhythms) (Screamed) UP IS DOWN! BLACK IS WHITE! WE’RE LOSING THE WILL TO STAND UP AND FIGHT! (Growled) It’s poppycock ()! It’s malarkey ()! The world is a shambles () and it’s getting real darky! DISCONNECTED! BYPASSED! DEAD ON ARRIVAL! (Verse 3) So pour me a double of that white lightning () shine, Since the whole damn planet has lost its design. It’s a donnybrook () of nonsense, a shemozzle () of grief, And the "experts" are nothing but a dodgy () old thief. We’re stonkered (), we’re finished, we’re knackered () and beat, Just a bunch of numpties () wandering the street. Logic is a ghost, just a fair dinkum () myth, And there ain't nobody left to talk reason with! (Outro) (Music stops abruptly, leaving only a low hum) Common sense... Born: A long time ago. Died: Yesterday. Cause of death: Extreme balderdash (). (Laughter that turns into a distorted cough) Nothing. Makes. Sense. (Heavy feedback slam)

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