-| The Dark Room |-

It’s all filth and flesh around And I sit in a corner and stare Few dogs and dolls crawl For some food and it’s me And it’s all okay…

It’s all about grime and greed And my brain flee in bits It’s a dry meat and taste, So weird but it’s all okay… It’s all okay…

It’s all mud and mug of blood And it bleeds from my nerves In a dark room I sit in a corner And seek for some peace but… It’s all okay… it’s all okay…