Asylum - The Awakening

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