Who am I?

Whoever you say I am

A product of social constructs

I am Gahd

Created creative, dominative in my nature

I am the reflection of a fallen son

Prodigal. Adam. Morningstar

I go by many names

But who am I?

Cause I Feel like I've just been a demons playground

Ghost House, graffiti tags from whoever owns us

And yes somebody owns us

The richer the owner

We bow down even lower

In this monopoly filled with hollow cages that are worn out

Go, and watch the mighty fall into a Haunted Asylum

Oh, how the Holy fall into this Saint’s Asylum

Welcome to the Asylum

Where every player is a token

It's a community

And we treasure everybody in our treasure chest

It's a community chest

Acoustics echoing the silence

Do the kids still play here

On all the empty spaces

Seems like the kids don’t play on empty streets here

The creaking mood swing, swing sets spill out the secrets they once held

The jungle gym has become a place for demons to build strength

Broken monkey bars leaking the tears of all the dreams that died here

And all my dreams seem to die here

Broken clocks, time is frozen

They say the walls have ears but these rock climbing walls speak of all the dreams that died here

Yet my silhouettes still play here

Because I've become a vacant playground

With a neon sign that reads haunted asylum

So welcome

To my Asylum