Asylum Pyre Songtext
von Pale Forest

Conscience has me easily disturbed
The moving things around me makes me weep
Why can′t I stop so I can see them properly?
It makes me wonder if I'm slightly lame

My hands are thrown into a great fire
My inner ear is sinking
Singing like a huge church choir


Decomposition of my eyes would help my vision
This isn′t quite as funny anymore
Corpse paint is simply necessary
I haven't got a pulse anyway

My hands are thrown into a great fire
My inner ear is sinking
Singing like a huge church choir

My hands are thrown into a great fire
My inner ear is sinking
Singing like a huge church choir