Asylum Master - Happy Rhodes

Oh silent moving chill, it’s looking bleak

You’re not mine to touch and I dare not speak

I need your presence be you dead or alive

My misery demands your company to survive

The living, breathing corpse

Whose shadow rightly before me walks

Only in your eyes lies your soul

And only in your arms am I whole

So damn your father for loving your mother

I curse him, for now I want no other

The living, breathing corpse

Whose shadow rightly before me walks

Master of the round walls, still my heart

It only makes my dreams fall apart

Trap me in your courtyard of broken stone

Oh it’s cold and grey but I’ll not be alone

The living, breathing corpse

Whose shadow rightly before me walks