33 Park Street

In the nineteenth century the hospital was built
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?
Blocked in time!

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