Down where the shackles meet my skin The flesh it's tearing is paper thin I wish I'd been luckier than those who hide their woes And where the water greets the grass Where I stood and watched them pass Mistaken for another fading shade My victims never made a sound Even when I took them underground You got to climb those prison walls In your head you make them small But when they catch you at the bottom, they'll take you back Back in the alleys of your mind You tell yourself you're doing fine But you can't escape the fact that you're giving in All the dumb people of the town I know they never will find out The dimensions of this room Predict a certain kind of doom For the unsuspecting people I've chosen to Give me a chance to make me smile Cause you know it's been awhile I'm so close to finding comfort with the dead...