The Asylum
Aiden Lyrics

Blessed is the luxury of the dead.
Death brings a certain kind of luxury or peace that is difficult to obtain in life.

Broke, so I sold my breath.
In desperate need of money, I sold something as basic as my breath just to survive.

For pennies, I am worthless.
The amount of money received for selling my breath is so minuscule that I feel like I have no value or worth.

I feel a brazen cacophony.
I experience an overwhelming and jarring mix of emotions that are difficult to describe or articulate.

Of wave crushing, heart pounding, gut wrenching lonely.
I feel incredibly lonely and isolated, to the point where it physically hurts and causes my heart and gut to ache.

I paid the voices, you scream so loud.
I am so desperate for some kind of relief that I am willing to pay to hear voices, even if they are screaming and chaotic.

Subscribe to the medicine show.
I am entranced by the possibility of a magical cure or solution to my pain and suffering.

Where the walls melt away and my doctors so proud.
In this place, everything becomes a blur and my doctors are proud of the effects they have on me.

Bring me pain, bring me horror.
I am in such excruciating emotional pain that I almost welcome physical pain or horror as a distraction.

I'm not sick, I'm not insane.
Despite being surrounded by doctors and medical professionals, I feel misunderstood and like I am not actually sick or insane.

Asylum hospital colder.
The environment of the hospital is cold and unwelcoming, furthering my feelings of isolation and desperation.

Fuck you and all of your friends.
I am incredibly angry and resentful towards those who seem to have it all together, and feel like they cannot possibly understand my pain.

I stand on the threshold of death,
I feel like I am on the brink of death, either metaphorically or literally, due to the amount of pain and suffering I am experiencing.

Where my torture and beating,
Regardless of what is actually physically happening to me, I feel as though I am being tortured and beaten down emotionally.

Subsides for a moment.
Occasionally, the pain and suffering eases up a bit, but it is never truly gone.

I pay the price for eating rats.
I have had to resort to eating rats just to survive, which is a price I never thought I would have to pay.

Subscribe to the medicine game.
I am becoming increasingly desperate for any kind of relief or solution, and am willing to try anything, even if it seems like a game.

Where the walls melt away and the world has gone mad.
Everything feels surreal and insane in this place, and it is as though the walls are closing in on me and everything else is falling apart.

My blood is cold as this snow.
I feel an extreme numbness and coldness inside of myself, even in the face of something as bleak and harsh as snow.

And cobblestone I tread upon.
Every step I take is painful and difficult, like walking on rough and uneven cobblestone.

I'm fucking sick, don't take me.
I am legitimately ill, and I don't want to be dismissed or treated as though my suffering is illegitimate or fake.

Fuck you and all of your friends.
I continue to feel intense anger and resentment towards those who seem like they couldn't possibly understand what I am going through and are unsympathetic towards my plight.