Out here the smoke gets so thick you can't breath,
it stings your eyes, stains your teeth,
fear of the furnace is a quiet sound,
the song of skeletons moving around --
bury them deep in the ground.
The scenery changes every couple of hours
so keep your eye on the mirror in the tower,
keep your grip on the charms round your neck,
count the rings that age every step that we take together.
:Chorus:
It's true what they say,
there's no place for you where I live
under the sun and the gun smoke.
I hear the hiss of the steam,
I taste the blood on the floor,
I feel the sparks on my skin,
I see the place where the secret begins.
:Bridge:
Come back inside! Come back inside!
There's nowhere left for us to hide!
Babe, I hear footsteps out in the hall,
the only way out is to get down and crawl on our knees!