I heard they kicked them in the teeth when they were downnKicked their feet from the ground, kicked their head a new holenA flaw in their design, what a scene!nWhat a chilling memory, what a desolate holennDo you realise that these wheels won't turn like you say?nThey stay under the guise of a readied machinenThey may crack and burnnnWell my friends, you're not on your ownnYes my friends, you're not on your ownnnI hear they're always up to no good when taking your homesnThey may never learn, and they may never look back to see the holy people we've becomennI miss you asylum, I sing to you my feet in tethernI miss you asylum, I side with you to feel you betternnAnd do you realise that this witch won't burn like you say?nShe gets that look in her eye that could tear me apartnShe may never learnnnWell my friends, you're not on your ownnYes my friends, you're not on your ownnnI hear they're always up to no good when taking your homesnThey may never learn, and they may never look back to see the holy people we've becomennTied to my arms pull me back and forthnLonley, you won't pull me down anymorenKeep your good heart, it's more than you'll ever knownLonely, you won't pull me back and forth