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☞ “Gaslight“ from the album Fight Like A Girl. This song, as well as much of the Fight Like A Girl album, is a part of the musical The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, so I have assigned the captioned lyrics to their various characters (I thought it might be fun for anyone singing along to know which character they were playing). ☞ For complete lyrics, turn on “Captions“ for the video or see them below. ☞ But first! Fancy signing up for my Asylum Newsletter? Ready to join a growing community of over 160,000 subscribed Inmates who get the latest posts, exclusive offers, breaking news, and letters direct to you from…well, me? If this sounds like your cup of tea, join me here: Also, new posts up on my website / blog: ~ EA, Inmate W14A🥄 GASLIGHT EMILY: The wheels are turning Broken machinery It grinds below us And all around I see The crooked ceiling The old familiar halls The dirty paper That’s covering the walls The shattered staircase The bed I’m bleeding in We’ve tried to fight this But we can never win And in the gaslight that brings both life and death If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath And so I hold tight to any hands I see But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me And no one’s coming, coming to take me home And no one’s coming, coming to take me home He takes my picture Although I don’t know why His hands are shaking Although I see him try To look collected He thinks it doesn’t show We are connected But what he doesn’t know Is when the guard comes To take me away I will be tortured Until the break of day And in the gaslight that brings both life and death If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath And so I hold tight to any hands I see But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me And no one’s coming, coming to take me home And no one’s coming, coming to take me home He’s at the window He’s always looking down As we are beaten How can this fucking town Not know what’s happening To all their little girls They’ve got the Pirate They’re cutting off her curls And she is screaming They won’t leave her alone And I am dreaming Of joys I’ve never known At least I’m breathing At least I have my wits But when the cart comes Who’s buried in the pits Below my window I hear a horse go by And in the next cell An inmate starts to cry We try our best though To quiet down the fuss We know tomorrow It could be one of us And in the gaslight that brings both life and death If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath And so I hold tight to any hands I see But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me And no one’s coming, coming to take me home And no one’s coming, coming to take me home And no one’s coming, coming to take me home ********************************* Music & lyrics by Emilie Autumn Performed, recorded, & produced by Emilie Autumn in the Asylum ********************************* 🐀 WEBSITE / BLOG ‣ 🐀 SHOP ‣ 🐀 INSTAGRAM ‣ 🐀 YOUTUBE ‣ 🐀 SPOTIFY ‣ 🐀 APPLE MUSIC ‣ MY BOOKS: 📖 The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls: 📖 The Gown - A Short Story (nice and creepy): 📖 My favorite writing journal (I have 10 going at once): 📖 Where I sketch out my songs: 📖 How I compose: 📖 For when you can't sleep: For Professional Contacts: help@ #emilieautumn #fightlikeagirl #theasylumforwaywardvictoriangirls #asylummusical
