MY DREAMS INK PRINTED ON WHITE PAPER NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR, READ, SING BESIDE THESE BURIED COFFINS. I'M ALONE ALONE LIKE ALL OF THEM AND I'M RUNNING AND I'M KEEPING A SECRET THEY ALL WANT TO KNOW BESIDE THESE BURIED COFFINS, I'M ALONE ALONE LIKE ALL OF THEM AND I'M RUNNING SOMEWHERE I'M LEAVING THIS HELL I CAN'T BE STUCK IN HERE ANY LONGER SOMEONE BETTER PULL ME OUT I THINK I COMMITTED A CRIME FOR A DAY OR TWO AND I THANK GOD I COMMITTED A CRIME..