| 2-10-02 |
| THIS PLACE |
| Crying out loud I try to throw off the shroud All the do is conspire While I aspire I've got to get out of this place... It's all just the same This sad, sick game On me they tack This color of black I've got to get out of this place... On and on I run Trying to reach the sun But with this I find I'm just losing my mind I've got to get out of this place... I look around I can't make a sound Here I lie dead In my immortal bed Forever I'll stay in this place. |