Asylum Pyre 가사

Conscience has me easily disturbed The moving things around me makes me weep Why can't they stop so i can see them properly? It makes me wonder if i'm slightly in daze My hands are thrown into a great fire My inner ear is singing Singing like a huge church choir Decomposition of my eyes won't help my vision This isn't quite as funny anymore Corpsepaint isn't really necessary I haven't got a pulse anyway