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The Alchemist - Museum Of Fear Lyrics

He found life in the desert and death in the city
Depression put me on trial and wouldn't acquit me
I been melancholy since Monday and had a tragic Tuesday
Got wounded on Wednesday, Thursday is when the blues came
Friday tried to fight me, Saturdays don't like me
Sundays make everyone sad the cycle is frightening
I saw the Museum of Fear and the door was unlocked
I walked through the sepia halls of violence and shock
It had еxhibits on the genocides that thеy hid
It told the story of Shark Island that the Germans did
They had poisons and bombs and all of empire's weapons
They had a room full of clocks where you had to count the seconds
There was a church made of money and it said religion
The pews were filled with different types of ammunition
There was one room that had testimonies from hate crimes
It had an animation showing suicide rates climb
There was a DMV lobby with an infinite wait time
And Sly and the Family Stone songs without the bass lines
There was a room full of concrete that said defy nature
And a blurb that said the history of skyscrapers
It said each one was an altar for economists
They chopped down the forest to make money monuments
He smelled notes of ammonia, gasoline, and bleach
He saw a pool full of oil with a microplastic beach
He came across a room that was full of sculptures
They were people he resented the clay formed when he spoke em
He recognized the room cause he was the sculptor
He saw one of himself it's scary how thoughts control us
We think we're the general but we're just another soldier
The scariest thing is we see most these things as average
They slowly take control until they own the atlas
They cover the world in kerosene and only ban the matches
Why bargain with death if he only has cadavers?
He went upstairs and saw all of the phobias
Spiders and snakes, DNA memories that it wrote for us
He wondered if the museum looked different to everyone
Or maybe he was the curator who changed it every month
The night watchman came, I ran from his search light
I ran through the hall of mirrors and then I turned right
He tackled me by the gift shop and said stop intruder
I’m not here to hurt you, I’m you from the future
He said don’t let fear become bone break it when it's cartridge
He said write all your fears and empty the ink cartridge
Fill up a whole journal leave your demons on the parchment
Then throw it in the fire and laugh when it sparks up