Из альбома: Eight Ways
There are many names for the place I'm in
It's a different kind of hell
There is room enough but too many stairs
No one asks and no one tells
With each door you pass, another set of traps revealed
Pin-on smirks that smell like fear
See behind the pretty faces
There's just no substance underneath
It's all a game, and how I hate it when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same
Let it seep - let it slide
Let it fill you up
You'll feel the little cracks appear
The venom dancing in your blood
You're coming just in time to see me tear
See behind the pretty faces
There's just no substance underneath
It's all a game, and how I hate it when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same
Just a little hope stretched far too long
It's different kind of hell
Just a different kind of hell