[Verse] The Onion bought the Mental Asylum Chaos in the hallways on random nights Patients formed a band with fractured rhythm Melodies so strange they took flight [Verse 2] In padded rooms they strike up chords Twirls of laughter blend with screams Lunatics and notes like twisted words Creating cacophonic dreams [Chorus] We are the band that rocks the cage From inside these walls we rage In this asylum we're all stars Making anthems for broken hearts [Verse 3] A drummer with a wild stare Pounds like thunder in the rain Guitarist who pulls at thin air Strumming strings of phantom pain [Verse 4] The vocalist sings with feral power Lyrics born from murky depths Each note a strange and wilted flower Blooming in the land of regrets [Chorus] We are the band that rocks the cage From inside these walls we rage In this asylum we're all stars Making anthems for broken hearts