Another night in the hospital
And my mind is growing digital
I think there’s something wrong in here
A lack of pain, a lack of fear
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I could build castles with my head
My paintings were black and sometimes red
Self mutilation was never easy
And the doctors are always busy
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It’s October of 1932
So many things I have to do
But I’m tied on my hospital bed
Talking every day with a brain-dead
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“I am the ghost of Robert Irwin
You can see me only when you are drinking
I am the ghost of Robert Irwin
And my dream is out of sleeping”
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Today my mind was clear to see
A little girl smiling to me
I never thought that it could be
Please Alice set me free
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She was an angel but she was blind
She used to help me with my mind
But now she said I’m going too far
It seems to me another scar
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Now I walk alone the street
And I don’t give no goddamn shit
The priest said that I’m a sinner
But Ethel called me handsome dreamer
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“I am the ghost of Robert Irwin
You can see me only when you are drinking
I am the ghost of Robert Irwin
And my dream is out of sleeping”
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Veronica always asked for more
She’s just a little fucking whore
About art she doesn’t care
And now I feel only despair
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I watch my life fades away
I’ll bet this is my final day
No one cares what’s in my head
So I send them to the dead
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Now it’s 1938
I can’t feel no more hate
Sleeping in my cold cell
There’s a place for me in hell

Γιώργος Ανώνυμος

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