Pins and Needles: Music
Asylum
(Pins and Needles)
Asylum
This is your reality
A number, majority rules
Comfort
Conform
They set their traps and smash you back
I seems like I can’t breathe
With these phony people preaching on the TV screen
No hope
But no pain
Vicarious living is such a drain
Every time I try to move
There’s somebody waiting in a big black suit
Patriots
With pride
Sit at home while you march to die
Asylum