Asylum Of Hands by Felicia Spencer

Groping, grinning, grinding, winning
in the asylum of hands
It's just so beguiling you cant help smiling
in the asylum of man

And anyways, how much is a mind worth?
crumbling and filthy and covered in dirt
mauled by the asylum of hands.
And anyways how much is a soul worth?
dying and trying and drowning in mirth
corroded by the asylum of man.

Rhythmic and silent strumming oh so quiet
playing for the asylum of hands.
Cornered and captured a slave to your rapture
a pawn in the asylum of man.

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