Dirty beds of lust covered with lying white sheets,
One great hall of broken hearts and misery,
Most of us are lonely, some are happy,
Wotta way to live.
Come on, come on,
Just take me back,
Take me home,
To a place I belong,
Don't think I wanna be here anymore,
My mind's done.
I'm slipping deeper in this hole,
Remember way back when I felt I had a soul,
Now the warmth of the sun does nothing for me, I'm always cold,
A coward breathes behind this mask of bold.