Emilie Autumn

The wheels are turning
Broken machinery
It grinds below us
And all around I see
The crooked ceiling
The old familiar halls
The dirty paper
That’s covering the walls
The shattered staircase
The bed I’m bleeding in
We’ve tried to fight this
But we can never win
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
He takes my picture
Although I don’t know why
His hands are shaking
Although I see him try
To look collected
He thinks it doesn’t show
We are connected
But what he doesn’t know
Is when the guard comes
To take me away
I will be tortured
Until the break of day
And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me