Whatch me wither before your eyes
My final trick is not enough
This is my finale
To please this crowd
The empty asylum
Its empty walls
To be full it has to fill
But the empty dwell here still
Forgotten trophies and a dusty past
Their time now forgotten with the past
Where I roam feels more and more like home
With madness trapped days come to pass
A year goes by without a sound or a familiar touch
No warmth to remember me by "you are cold"
These walls are here
Just to remind me how painful my life truly is
desperate gasps of uncomfortable air
Can't fill my lungs they exhaust
A desperate cry to a powerful belief leaves the heavens silent
And the clouds plain
unnaffected