I’ve spent my summer nights in a mental institution
Her godly voice whispers be not afraid
Protected by these rambling walls my constitution
O waters forever grant me your bed
The wind combs your rose garden
Crimson gates laminate a madman
An oval light sprouts my feet start to falter
Leaving behind you but a lonely martyr
I’ve spent the last few hours claiming rights by attribution
Her trembling voice cries “lord lend me your aid”
Now threatened by this vessel’s will for involution
These walls will be the tomb where I’ll be laid
The wind combs your rose garden
Crimson gates laminate a madman
An oval light sprouts my feet start to falter
Leaving behind you but a lonely martyr
Fly, break free, grab a shooting star
The revulet that bends to rocks won’t reach lakes afar
Doesn’t ever truly matter who we are
Life’s too narrow, gone tomorrow
The wind combs your rose garden
Crimson gates laminate a madman
An oval light sprouts my feet start to falter
Leaving behind you but a lonely martyr