The Asylum

Foreign thoughts not mine I am not like them Here of my own free will And I can't become them Though they tease my brain I won't let them in Healing shall begin But when do I win Days bleed into nights I'm not getting better But I stay the course As they venture further Methods of their time I'm in my own hands I'm not like their minds They are sick and twisted The one beside me screams Of names I do not know He reached out to me He warns of Nachtnebel Who is this man What made him so lost Damned am I cursed to this No, I'm not like him here This man is sick and wrong His claims of kinship Fall upon deaf ears My flesh crawls in anguish I reap upon these bricks I dream of tearing her apart With me screaming to tear down the walls Who is this man What made him so lost Damned am I cursed to this No, I'm not like him here Insanity is free From my mind, that's mine, it's mine I'm not like him