Pale Forest - Asylum Pyre lyrics

Conscience has me easily disturbed the moving things around me makes me weep Why can't they stop so I can see them properly? It makes me wonder if I'm slightly in daze My hands are thrown into a great fire My inner ear is singing singing like a huge church choir Decomposition of my eyes won't help my vision this isn't quite as funny anymore Corpsepaint isn't really necessary I haven't got a pulse anyway