| Blessed is the luxury of the dead. | |
| Broke, so I sold my breath. | |
| For pennies, I am worthless. | |
| I feel a brazen cacophony. | |
| Of wave crushing, heart pounding, gut wrenching lonely. | |
| I paid the voices, you scream so loud. | |
| Subscribe to the medicine show. | |
| Where the walls melt away and my doctors so proud. | |
| Bring me pain, bring me horror. | |
| I'm not sick, I'm not insane. | |
| Asylum hospital colder. | |
| **** you and all of your friends. | |
| I stand on the threshold of death, | |
| Where my torture and beating, | |
| Subsides for a moment. | |
| I pay the price for eating rats. | |
| Subscribe to the medicine game. | |
| Where the walls melt away and the world has gone mad. | |
| Bring me pain, bring me horror. | |
| I'm not sick, I'm not insane. | |
| Asylum hospital colder. | |
| **** you and all of your friends. | |
| My blood is cold as this snow. | |
| And cobblestone I tread upon. | |
| I'm ****ing sick, don't take me. | |
| Bring me pain, bring me horror. | |
| I'm not sick, I'm not insane. | |
| Asylum hospital colder. | |
| **** you and all of your friends |