Asylum Pyre - Pale Forest

Conscience has me easily disturbed

the moving things around me makes me weep

Why can’t they stop so I can see them properly?

It makes me wonder if I’m slightly in daze

My hands are thrown into a great fire

My inner ear is singing

singing like a huge church choir

Decomposition of my eyes won’t help my vision

this isn’t quite as funny anymore

Corpsepaint isn’t really necessary

I haven’t got a pulse anyway