everything inside my house is brokethe stove don't
workmy window is crackedit's all fucked upa hall of
broken mirrorspath of broken glasseverything inside
my house is blackit's a cold hard factthat life moves
so fastwithout taking another breathyou get caught
in the pasti remember the boy i used to betaking life
on so innocentlyit's cold hard factthat life moves
so fastwithout taking another breathyou get caught
in the pastit's of little reliefthat others hold your
beliefwith so much standing against usall you're got
to bethe thiefeverything inside my house sweats all
nighti wake up every morningand taste the salt sunlightstreaming
in through the nicotinei bathe in the smoke of the unseen