Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Asylum, artist - The Black Dahlia Murder. Album song Abysmal, in the genre Date of issue: 17.09.2015
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Asylum |
| To the ones that we’ve forgotten and labelled as insane |
| In institutions rotting secret mars of family shame |
| Bound tightly and injected |
| Subdued by pill regimes |
| Suspended animation |
| Pull the rug over the stain |
| Mistreated and molested |
| Fed food not fit for pigs |
| If we’re to call them human beings why treat their lives as shit? |
| No chance of contribution to well-oiled society |
| Viewed as manure walking wastes of very air we breathe |
| Rejected disavowed |
| Buried beneath our shallow smiles |
| What do they mean for us and what do they deserve? |
| Four padded walls — their coffins |
| Underfunded understaffed |
| In a putrid squalor wallow while the rich and perfect have a laugh |
| Sons and daughters |
| Brethren and kin |
| Sisters and brothers from pictures are trimmed |
| Out of our sight, out of our minds |
| Where is the kindness on which this world prides? |
| This is the coldest song a voice could ever sing |
| It’s destined to come out wrong |
| We’ve done the damnedest things |
| Oh, the humanity |
| Denial so disgusting |
| A life shackled rusting |
| And business is booming |
| We’re vampires and should be ashamed |
| At birth found unequal |
| A real living freak show |
| Throw them in a cell and forget their existence is pain |
| What a shame |
| A shrine unto torment |
| To minds deemed delinquent |
| Place holding placation |
| The voiceless damnated can’t scream |
| Can you hear them scream? |
| Mistreated and molested |
| Fed food not fit for pigs |
| If we’re to call them human beings why treat their lives as shit? |
| No chance of contribution to well-oiled society |
| Viewed as manure walking wastes of very air we breathe |
| Sons and daughters |
| Brethren and kin |
| Sisters and brothers from pictures are trimmed |
| Out of our sight, out of our minds |
| Where is the kindness in our humankind? |
| This is the coldest song a voice could ever sing |
| It’s destined to come out wrong |
| We’ve done the damnedest things |
| Oh, the humanity |