Basement

Your eyes are painted red
Just to show your age
As the man with the sharp teeth
Bites down on your brain
Point me to your grave
That's where you'll play guitar
With a gun to your head
And a flame in your heart

They keep in you in the basement
With no one you could hurt
One more chain 'round your leg
And 12 rips in your shirt
And now you're counting down
'Til mother is dead like the rest
Of the world you detested
For so long

They don't tell you
Not to try
They just wear you down
So you run your fingers
Along the marked wall that you chipped
And inscribed with the thoughts
You could never let go

And you're shaking your arm just to stay awake
As you're getting grey hairs at age 22
You've been counting the hours down today
'Cause you know that you've got
Just one chance to escape all of this

They don't tell you
Not to try
They just wear you down
So you run your fingers along the marked wall
That you chipped and inscribed with the thoughts
You could never let go