In the nineteenth century the hospital was built It was run run by a congregation of black nuns with no mercy Children were the patients, they were trapped inside their mind Segregation was the cure for (their) schizophreniac cries And then came the war! They let 'em die Prisoners inside Why Not so far from home the old asylum Still lives on! No -one is in there but all the spirits who ain't gone In the dead of night his figure rising Cuts the black! Mesmerizing you, the sweat gets cold but you'll be back What lies within 33 What lies within 33 park street Victims of their cruelty, the tortures and the pain Children became casualties of a bloodthirsty game Tied in beds with chains, tormented just to see them die Restless hosts they'll be until the very end of times It's calling! I remeber it well You're welcome Come in