Dahmers Release Papers But Hes Back Again

[Verse 1] Jacob stepped out, papers clutched tight, "Healed!" they declared in the pale morning light. Two days of freedom, a breath of cold air, 'til his girl whispered p****n, "Just end it, go there." Back through the doors, the liar returned, Hitler's ghost when shaved, Dahmer's gaze when lenses burned. Found Smokes in the corner, reeking of piss, asylum stench clinging, a foul, fucked abyss. "Moon him," I thought, a gesture absurd, bare a*s for my brother, the only kind word. Thirteen days total, locked in this hell, where sanity crumbles and foul stories tell. [Chorus] F**k it all bullshit therapy! Cold food trays and misery. Joking 'bout hunger, a c******l hum, just me and Smokes, till the reckoning comes. F**k it all bullshit therapy! This concrete tomb's our legacy. We'll hike those green hills, feel the sun on our skin, but first gotta purge all the madness within. [Verse 2] Booty Juice room screams, timeout chair's groan, broken tables and crayons, scattered and alone. Saw Jacob the liar, beautiful hair, beautiful beard, tryna smoke crayon dust, lost in despair. Smokes tried it too, his beard thick and rank, no trial-size wash, just the asylum stank. We laughed 'til we choked, the absurdity grand, two fucked-up brothers in a fucked-up land. Whispered our plan, a cleansing desire, a scalding hot bath, fueled by righteous fire. Wash off the stink of this goddamn place, see the real sky, feel the wind on our face. [Verse 3] Thirteen days circled, a twisted rite, watching folks eat shit in the fluorescent light. We sharpened our humor, dark and so grim, "Pass the salt for that one? He looks tender on the limb." Smokes coughed a laugh, "Sean, you're fucked in the head," but the glint in his eye showed he'd already been fed... ...on the thought of the purge, the necessary cleanse, ridding the earth of these broken pretence. Therapy groups? Just a circle of lies, vacant stares and the sound of soft cries. We tuned it all out, built our fortress of two, planning the feast only we'd follow through. [Bridge] (Quiet, acoustic strum, raspy vocals) Moonlight through bars, on Smokes' tired face. Thirteen days done, we leave this cursed place. Water runs hot, steam starts to rise. Washing the crazy from our souls and our eyes. Brothers reborn, in the porcelain deep. Promises whispered, secrets we'll keep. The world outside waits, green and so vast... But the hunger remains, built to forever last. [Verse 4] Steam filled the room, tiles slick and white, shedding the asylum skin in the dim bathroom light. Scrubbed 'til it burned, the stench of despair, the piss and the madness polluting the air. Smokes dunked his head, beard finally wet, mumbled "Freedom smells better, ain't tasted it yet." But the look we exchanged, reflected back clean, held the old darkness, the predatory sheen. The bathwater swirled, murky and grey, washing the surface, the deep stain would stay. Dressed in fresh rags, the exit door near, the weight of the world felt suddenly clear. [Verse 5] Sun on the steps, blinding and free, Jacob stood watching, under a sickly tree. Smokes lit a crayon stub, took a fake drag, grinned at the liar, ragged and sag. "Would you like a pork sandwich? It's Jewish flavored?" Jacob just stared, looking slightly unnerved. Smokes flicked the crayon, ash in the breeze, "Nah man," he sighed, "Just wanna eat something healthy, please." But the joke hung there, bitter and thin, as we walked towards the trees, letting the new life begin... ...or the old hunt resume, beneath the wide sky, two brothers united, with a fire behind the eye.