Asylum (Watchtower)

The fears of an idealistic society Strike down the individual Moral oppression of cival rights Denial of our so called freedom increasing Eccentricity, is our cry of struggle Echoes from the Tower battlements Let them cast those who oppose the system Into the dark deep cells of insanity We shall escape this asylum, batter the walls of stone Bitter farewell to the asylum, social resistance Evade the elite armed forces Who mindlessly scan this vastness If discovered, use death as a first resort Disregard the rotten stench