Gaslight Emilie Autumn

[EMILY]
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
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
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
No one’s coming, coming to take me home