In the attic room, In the dusty hue
I will hide from you, In my dress of blue
And the moon illuminates
all the scars upon my face
antique mirror duplicates
me in shadow
I'm a little girl, they call me Lucifer
I wear a witch's hat, and in the shadows lurk
And the branches of the trees
stretch like demons in the breeze
tap on windows as they freeze,
silent dying
Here they come for me
And I cannot breathe
I am crouched beneath,
this abnormality
And the door opens wide
I hear voices from outside
they can't see me
I'm the bride of the asylum
the asylum.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth