Asylum

Among the secular trees
 Two circular gems are staring at me
 It could crawl at my feet
 There's no guilt to feel 'cause I fed them well
 On the same path everyday
 An indian wizard turns me away
 I could stab easily
 The more I want the less I can hit
 Look around, you're the one out of town
 It looks like a dream
 Dreams are made to make them real
 Too late to turn around
 I cross fearlessly the Phlegethon
 Compare to your fire it seems so cold
 And I could die at your feet
 There's no guilt to feel since you've fed me well
 Look around, you're the one out of town
 It looks like a dream
 Dreams are made to make them real
 Too late to turn around