Sanatoria from Unhallowed Ground by system of hate

Sanatoria

Can you hear the cockroach,
Calling through the wall?
Can you feel the tension,
Crawling down the hall?
Every sterile colour,
Pins you to the ground,
The image through the window, Condemns without a sound.

They laugh inside, Cry inside,
They live inside, Die inside.
Sanatoria, Sanatoria, Sanatoria.

Cold electric humming,
Of artificial light,
Grieving like an insect,
Every day and night.
The captive congregation,
Melt into the night,
Swallowed by a SYSTEM,
That steals away the light.

Can you feel the anguish?
Can you smell the fear?
Do you sense the discord?
Of everything that's here?
Every twisted outrage,
Mirrored in your soul,
All temptation gathered,
Before your final fall.

• Punk
• darkwave
• gothic
• industrial
• metal
• post-punk
• Barnsley