Phylum Asylum from Mother Derange by Mother Derange

The walls are white
Their clothes are white
The pills are white
Everything's as clean as it can be

The days are long
The faces are long
The needles are long
Just to see if I still bleed

Their hands are cold
Their eyes are cold
My brain is cold
I can't taste what I can't see

I can't escape my phylum
My own kind has locked me in
I'm stuck in this asylum
Waiting for someone to clip my wings
And change the way I feel and think

My friends are dead
And rock is dead
All nerves are dead
What's the difference anyway?

The guns have shot
My life is shot
Enemies are shot
Just want to sleep and decay

The lights are blue
My blood is blue
My mood is blue
Why can't they show me the way?

I can't escape my phylum
My own kind has locked me in
I'm stuck in this asylum
Waiting for someone to clip my wings
And change the way I feel and think

• Afrobeat
• Hard Rock
• Industrial Metal
• Soul
• World
• exotica
• funk
• haunted
• heavy metal
• jazz
• San Diego