Oh god, keep the sunshine from my tired twisted eyes Keep the promise of the good times far from me I don't want to see the world outside The windows I don't have Where I am damn near at the end of everything I know the rivers that roll through it And the forests are deep rooted But none of that will ever come to me The only thing I'll ever see Are the four grey walls surrounding me And any light that comes from a computer screen Oh irony, the irony of living for the ends When all you want is underneath your feet There ain't life, it's all sick and twisted Jokes down here where I am Damn near at the end of everything Oh irony, the irony of living for the ends When all you want is underneath your feet There ain't life, it's all sick and twisted Jokes down here where I am Damn near at the end of everything Damn near at the end of everything