Spoken: Brand Lane, a spiteful existance
119 Memories, 119 scars
A lane, like many other lanes
Except, half way down this one at number 119.......
...They built a Lunatic Asylum
Crafted, depraved and fashioned with flaws
They sanctioned a concealment
Spat threats and blinded their eyes
You know, I never grew to trust ya
You know the truth
As Well as I do
Yes I ran, but I ran from you!
I had the balls to confront ya
and you denied it
As you always do
(But) When it comes around, it will come for you!
I wont take this shit no more
4o years and still got the taste of it
I wont hang my head no more
40 years and still my neck aches from it
You went denying it
Well, I have pulled down the asylum
Crafted, Depraved andFashioned with Flaws