​billy woods - Asylum lyrics

I think Mengistu Haile Mariam is my neighbor
Whoever it is moved in and
Put an automated gate up
Repainted brick walls atop which
Now cameras rotated
By eight, the place dark
One light burn later
Razor wire like a slinky
Rumor is parcel bomb took the
Secretary right eye and pinky
Evenings, he take a snifter of
Whisky on the veranda
I wonder what he's thinking in the morning
The maid brings coffee from the kitchen
Some nights strange music plays
I lay in bed and listen
Downstairs I hear my mother breaking dishes
My father trippin'
It's been quite bad lately, high tension
Galvanized steel security fencin'
To get through the day, give myself a mission
Anything what get me out
The house a blessin'
His bodyguard chews khat
Spit's black in the rhododendron
Blacked out Range rumble when
He start the engine
Avocado tree hang over the property line
I watch from as high as I can climb
The dog looks up and whines
The hills are alive with land mines
I live in my mind
Not sure what I'm looking for
But I'll know when I find
My mother sent the gardener to look for me
But the sky is a great place to hide

Never told the truth in your
Life? Can't start now ever so slowly
Slowly locked up in your own house
Never told the truth in your
Life? Can't start now ever so slowly
Slowly locked up in your own house

The guests start having doubts
The host nowhere to be found
It's ghosts in the building's bones
So many skeletons in the ground
When everything collapse
He just melt into the crowd
Suitcase packed, melted down the crown
But a haven's only safe as long
As they want you around
Tomorrow it's no tellin'
Hollow when you done sellin'

You see how well they treat
Me? My own courtyard for
Private strolls and in my
Chalet, every possible amenity
Not to mention the occasional night visitors
I must confess kabiyesi
This detention seems to look well on you
But, so does captivity look well
On a lamb we are
Fattening up for the feast or
Perhaps as you say
On a wife we treat with special favor because
She is going to bear us a child
What happens when the great
Day comes and there
Is only a calabash under the wrapper