Don’t come to the house tonight
My light is out; I’ve had enough
My eyes burn with fear; I’m scared
I am colder then ever before, begging to be held

The spirits rip at my heart
Their god tells them what to do
Listening, the ghosts haunt the damned
And I, lonely I, seem to be one of them

Cower in my hole, I freeze and decay
I look abash, not knowing which way is up
Cover me in the lightless flux
I’m just a lonely boy

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned
I f****d the whole thing up
My world has turned against me
And I’m sinking further in

Surrounded by Ever ready famine
And our very own designer crime
The little honest men have fought
But ‘justice’ has been served

The untold truths, just and unjust
We surround ourselves with the thoughts of the young
We cry out to know what’s fair or unfair
But it’s not that simple, or that clear