I've been through this house alone It always chilled me to the bone You'd light a candle for every dirty deed And it just might be the last thing that I need
There's a diary in your head of every honest thing you've said A narrow volume I suppose you never read And it just might be the last thing that I need
And oh my God, where did I go wrong? It seemed so clear. The waste is drowning me oh me. At the base of what you are There's just a cell that went too far You keep dividing at unrecommended speed