Emilie Autumn Gaslight, magyarul, hogy van?

Sajnos, nagyon gyér angol tudással rendelkzem, és ez a kedvenc számom... viszont úgy elég fura kedvenc, ha nem is tudom miről szól. Ha valaki le tudja fordítani, kérem fordítsa le. :) Köszönöm ^^

Valaki azt is meg írná, hogy mire utal a Gaslight?

Szöveg:

The wheels are turning

Broken machinery

It grinds below us

And all around I see

The crooked ceilings

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 hand I see

But nothing's alright

They're always watching me

And no one's coming

Coming to take me home

He takes me 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 hand I see

But nothing's alright

They're always watching me

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

Their cutting off her curls

And she is screaming

They won't leave her alone

And I am dreaming

Of joys i've never known

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 hand I see

But nothing's alright

They're always watching me

And no one's coming

Coming to take me home

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 the 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 hand 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.