Asylum
Ashton Nyte
Hid in the Asylum
Waiting on the Lord
Needle's at the front desk
But it never takes that long
Judas of confessions
Broken on my knees
Down on medication
Innocent but always losing sleep
I wait alone
All the lights are turned on
Scalpel in the hand
A minor indiscretion
I feel the harness tightening
Analyse my breathing
The company I keep
Prostitutes and Presidents
Are here in the Asylum losing sleep
I wait alone
Alone
I'm letting go
I'm coming home
Hid in the Asylum
Waiting on the Lord
Needle's at the front desk
But it never takes that long
In the Asylum
I'm letting go
I'm coming home
I'm letting go