I can't trust a poetry in here Some things are emotions to the crowd You'll try to deal with passions in my heart Some things are inherent to the fall ♪ Some things to confess to prisoners Someone's obligation to be there You've got to find (a) profession to declare I can't trust a poetry in here again ♪ Somehow (it) causes emotional disease Stuck here with my self-claimed regress You've got to trust a poetry in here Cry about it, in vein Cry about it, in vein Cry about it Cry about it, in vein Cry about it Cry about it, in vein Cry about it Cry about it, in vein Cry about it I fall upon a serious damage drawn Sad tale of pain, hollow, your hour is bleak It's theoretical. Is anybody home?... Oh Nobody knows If anybody's home, home Nobody knows If anybody's home, home Nobody knows If anybody's home, home