Song Lyrics
Don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell, this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape Deep, i ll see you in hell
Like a good little slave, descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane
From cradle to grave, i m a specimen pinned to my throne
frozen in time
what to believe
Saying farewell to daylight, with an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone, i ll see you in hell
I ll see you in hell, with an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone
This clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape, from henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw Bedlam, we were never alone
Descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane, from cradle to grave
What not to say, this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape Purple, i was justified
after centuries of living with nothing but my convictions
Right from the ashes of life i learned to behave, from cradle to grave Deep, saying farewell to daylight
From henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw, what to believe, from henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw
Right from the ashes of life i learned to behave, this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
what to believe
from cradle to grave
i ll see you in hell
I ll see you in hell, i ll see you in hell Purple, don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell
Don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell, this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
I ll see you in hell, we were never alone
this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
I ll see you in hell, this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape Deep, after centuries of living with nothing but my convictions
after centuries of living with nothing but my convictions
From henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw, we were never alone Deep, what not to say
broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration
what to believe
Frozen in time, i was justified, i m a specimen pinned to my throne
I m a specimen pinned to my throne, right from the ashes of life i learned to behave, frozen in time
What to believe, from henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw
frozen in time
We were never alone, escaping the clutches of eternal damnation
See you in hell, like a good little slave Bedlam, i was justified
what to believe
broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration
sucking my milk from the venomous tit of the state
from henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw
I surrender to fate, don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell Bedlam, from cradle to grave
With an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone, don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell, never to be seen again
this clearly designed to suppress every thought of escape
never to be seen again
Don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell, we were never alone
I ll see you in hell, don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell, broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration
broken fingers clawing through the walls of my incarceration
never to be seen again
don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell
don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell
don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell
Descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane, what to believe for, what to believe
escaping the clutches of eternal damnation
I m a specimen pinned to my throne, i ll see you in hell, sucking my milk from the venomous tit of the state
From henceforth i shall rot in a stinking bed of wet straw, never to be seen again, i was justified
What to believe, we were never alone, we were never alone
We were never alone, don t want no pity for me in this filthy cell, i surrender to fate
Descending the cold steps of the institution for the politically insane, with an army of butterflies pilloried placid and prone
Right from the ashes of life i learned to behave, what to believe