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..