Circular saw sanatorium

Slide me through the body shoot  
scaring  patients  
on my way down  
 
brush over me  
like a fresh cavity  
camaraderie may be dead  
or we're just crass  
 
hanging tree burnt down  
what was left of their souls  
 
synchronize your watches  
the man calling the shots with a gun ain't you  
 
chipped paint hallways  
where dead children play  
they dressed us to die today
pulled the white sheet over before we took our final breath  
kicking our carcass in the oven  
 
swing bedside lamps over us  
check our eyes  
to see if they're dilated  
they don't move at all  
 
Waverly Hills sanatorium  
we walk the corridors  
where we once were alive  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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based off a metal concert i went to at Waverly Hills sanatorium in KY several years ago.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waverly_Hills_Sanatorium