The same four walls day after day
From sun up till sun down this is where I play
A world so different, this is the place I stay
My comfort zone.

Window blinds to shut out all light
Dark curtains to convey eternal night
Glowing candles casting rays of white
My comfort zone.

Pin drops heard for miles
Pure silence is sometimes the style
Days without a sound sometimes can be hostile
My comfort zone.

Heavy drum bases rattle the window
Black clothes turn people from saying hello
I stopped believing in God a long time ago
My comfort zone.

Individualistic ideas in my mind
Another like me you'll never find
The human race in my eyes needs redefined
My comfort zone.

©2002 Dark Angel

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