Personally
This ain't where I want to be
There's cracks on the ceiling
There's blood on the sheets
They board up the windows
They lock up the doors
They take what they need to
Pass out on the floor
Wake up all tired
Nervous and weird
Dark in the eyes
Having no fear
Welcome to the den
Covered in webs
Choose your venom
Surrounded by friends
The more you try
The harder it is to escape
So enjoy the fact
You've found a place
It's not a way to live
It is a way to die
They say I'm looking skinny
Smile wide
