House Of Pain
The bottom of life is gray steel
Bleeding through my gums,
Is stacks of dirty clothes and emptys
Between avenues C and D,
A place where I pawned
The child I'd pictured myself
All my life.

Rolling from my stomach
To my back to try and escape
This memory,
It sticks to me,
Curling my skin.

Junkie boys and junkie girls
Beat and robbed each other
Through the walls,
And peed from the hall
Onto the bathroom floor
Through it's open door.
Virgil's voice
Beckoned me down this pre-planned course,
Until I was filthy and alone,
Speeding metal future,
In someone elses room,
In someone elses clothes,
I'd thrown myself away
Until I was a painful whimper.



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