Panic at the Ward No. 9

from Ward No. 9 by Sanity

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Last of trials, yet unfolds.
Welcomes, a pilgrim home.
An old asylum, forgotten hold.
Black cell walls, are all I own.

They like to think, they know it all.
Stuck in ancient, cryptic halls.
Numbly seeking, all that’s hidden.
Yet they miss, the undisguised.

Feel the madness rise!
Panic at the ward nine!

Mordant dreams, still untold.
Stay awake, all night long.
Bent shadows, twisted sound.
Calling us, to be found.

Across the halls, archways torn.
Shambles through, a silent form.
Our dear ward, the number nine,
Infested by, a great old one.

Feel the madness rise!
Panic at the ward nine!

A panic strikes, but in vain
mad men try, to escape.
The old asylum, holds its own.
At the ward nine, I'm alone.

The doctors burn, shriek in pain,
As worm cries, an evil spell.
Inhabitants, all insane,
The ward nine, bursts to hell.

Feel the madness rise!
Panic at the ward nine!

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from Ward No. 9, released December 24, 2012

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Mike - Drums
Pete - Bass

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