Asylum

Among the secular trees Two circular gems are staring at me It could crawl at my feet There's no guilt to feel 'cause I fed them well On the same path everyday An indian wizard turns me away I could stab easily The more I want the less I can hit Look around, you're the one out of town It looks like a dream Dreams are made to make them real Too late to turn around I cross fearlessly the Phlegethon Compare to your fire it seems so cold And I could die at your feet There's no guilt to feel since you've fed me well Look around, you're the one out of town It looks like a dream Dreams are made to make them real Too late to turn around