Asylum's Song

Hallucinations, the voices only you hear.

The white painted walls you hold so dear.

The figures in white, say you’re just okay.

The electric shock increases each day.

It will make you better, your mind will be free.

The figures in the dark, the burning flames of hell only you see.

Don’t be afraid, They’ll make it go away.

I’m only unbalanced, that’s what they say.

Your flesh cut open, an operation on the brain.

The long ice pick will make you sane.

This doesn’t work, another guinea pig.

Soon thereafter, another grave to dig.

The souls of the insane wander the halls.

Yours now joins them, infesting the walls.

The asylum shut down, the doctors work revealed.

Too bad for you, your fate is already sealed.

You couldn’t be saved, a victim of circumstance.

Your never free, but it always rains so you can dance.

Stuck inside, for all eternity.

The walls still speak, but the building empty.

People still come. Can they see what you still see?