On the ceiling there's a feeling and its spreading like ink
that is slowly spilling out from the well
and all the guilt that you felt smiling down from above
with a pit inside you deeper than hell
And it's a crime all the time you spent blaming yourself
All is fine in the shrine of mystery and doubt

And I tried, I tried, I tried to explain they're in vain but it's no fucking help



All alone with the voices in your head

Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed

All alone with the voices in your head

In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead

The living dead



On the floor by the door there's a sliver of light

and a pair of cloven feet standing there

and there's a knock as the clock strikes 3:33, as you awaken to a living nightmare

and it's a shame that you blame your bad luck on a girl

you destroy and rejoice as you fuck up the world and

I scream, I scream, I scream and I dream of the day that you're finally gone



all alone with the voices in your head

Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed

all alone with the voices in your head

In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead

The living dead



I escaped to a place called Babylon

through the gates face to face with the seven headed one

I escaped to a place called Babylon

never to return I'm here to burn eternally home sweet home



All alone with the voices in your head

Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed

All alone with the voices in your head

In the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead



All alone with the voices in your head

Skin and bones hell knows all the poison that you've been fed

all alone with the voices in your head

in the dark as you walk hand in hand with the living dead