Asylum - Jessica93

Among the secular trees

Two circular gems are staring at me

It could crawl at my feet

There’s no guilt to feel 'cause I fed them well

On the same path everyday

An indian wizard turns me away

I could stab easily

The more I want the less I can hit

Look around, you’re the one out of town

It looks like a dream

Dreams are made to make them real

Too late to turn around

I cross fearlessly the Phlegethon

Compare to your fire it seems so cold

And I could die at your feet

There’s no guilt to feel since you’ve fed me well

Look around, you’re the one out of town

It looks like a dream

Dreams are made to make them real

Too late to turn around