Asylum Master

Oh silent moving chill, it’s looking bleak
You’re not mine to touch and I dare not speak
I need your presence be you dead or alive
My misery demands your company to survive
The living, breathing corpse
Whose shadow rightly before me walks
Only in your eyes lies your soul
And only in your arms am I whole
So damn your father for loving your mother
I curse him, for now I want no other
The living, breathing corpse
Whose shadow rightly before me walks
Master of the round walls, still my heart
It only makes my dreams fall apart
Trap me in your courtyard of broken stone
Oh it’s cold and grey but I’ll not be alone
The living, breathing corpse
Whose shadow rightly before me walks