Asylum , Asylum

Asylum, asylum the place where some go , the place where we all belong. Those who go there are simply misunderstood. We may seem different but the truth is that we just show our true colors. Is that really bad? People always say be honest. We are just the ones who’ve stopped lying to ourselves , the ones who have stopped letting those who need to die live , the ones who tear ourselves up because it’s fun! We just wanna have fun! We just wanna play. Come and play with us. We aren’t different , we don’t need to be isolated! We don’t lie to ourselves like you. We’ve just stopped pretending that we are just like everyone else. Are we really bad? Are we the ones who have done something wrong? It isn’t good for you to keep everything bottled up. Maybe you should just be like us. You see were not so bad. My parents named me Alice because they knew I would end up mad, but daddy took me away and put my in here , after I killed her… but she knew it was my night and she just started singing and singing and I just stopped the singing. Now I have new friends , but the guards they hurt me and my friends and the doctors they don’t help me, they kill me. They scare me. They say they’re helping but they hurt me. You just hear screaming when they come. People say we’re crazy but they are the crazy ones. We are honest.