Your eyes are painted red Just to show your age As the man with the sharp teeth Bites down on your brain Point me to your grave That's where you'll play guitar With a gun to your head And a flame in your heart They keep in you in the basement With no one you could hurt One more chain 'round your leg And 12 rips in your shirt And now you're counting down 'Til mother is dead like the rest Of the world you detested For so long They don't tell you Not to try They just wear you down So you run your fingers Along the marked wall that you chipped And inscribed with the thoughts You could never let go And you're shaking your arm just to stay awake As you're getting grey hairs at age 22 You've been counting the hours down today 'Cause you know that you've got Just one chance to escape all of this They don't tell you Not to try They just wear you down So you run your fingers along the marked wall That you chipped and inscribed with the thoughts You could never let go