Asylum

be my fellow throughthe frozen paleand in the purple tunemy nightingalesend me an echo whenthe curse beginsi need your confidenceto all my sinsconceal my traceconceal my vaultconceal it tender at your soulconceal my face you're myhideawaycome seal my veilsconceal my woundconceal the poems at your tongueconceal my face you're myhideawaydont let the crowd close tomy consecratethey just want detain youto elevatestay in oblivionuntil i calland if i crown my sinthe veil will fall