A blind man sees with an open hand
Runs along the caravan
He cries then he dies
Convicted men walk in a line
Dreaming of the perfect crime
They try then they lie
I'm stuck inside my own asylum
Crying
I'm stuck inside my own asylum
Trying
I'm dying
A woman sleeps to rid her pain
Her youth is gone in dying vain
She tries then she cries
Children sing around the tree
Wish for things they cannot see
They lie and they die
I'm stuck inside my own asylum
Crying
I'm stuck inside my own asylum
Dying
I just keep on going on
Trying
I'm just stuck inside my own
Asylum
I'm dying
I'm stuck inside my own asylum
Crying
I'm stuck inside my own asylum
Dying
I just keep on going on
Trying
I'm just stuck inside my own
Asylum
I'm dying