The Asylum Of Hell

Eighteen-Sixty-Four
An asylum would be made
To contain those not right
The ones that make us afraid

A large white building
The patients lived inside
In this 'house' they stayed
And in this 'house' they died.

The crazys, the killers
The angry and insane
All were given numbers
These were their new names

And who's in charge of this place?
Well of course the finest man
Thirty-seven, a doctor
He had a genius plan
.............
Actually he's the oppisite
A cruel man with no heart
But who would believe the patiens?
Who were crazy from the start

The women he raped
Tortured and beat
Then killed them with drugs
A constant repeat

The men had it worse
Skinned them alive
Salted their wounds
Then carved out the eyes.

Their bodies he burned
Or placed in walls of brick
Some special patients
Exposed to arsenic

The staff were in on it
They helped him and lied
So naturally society
Would take the doctors side

Even today the Asylum still stands
Patients are dying in the doctors hands

With all evidence hidden
Who could we tell?
Welcome yourself to,
The Asylum of Hell