Lyrics
Piss bottles and shit stained walls, can t tell if it s night or day
Space madness sets in, the ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch Chose, the garbage bags
within these halls of cacophony one can enter
This is the life that we chose, wandering through this maze, within these halls of cacophony one can enter
This is the life that we chose, the ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch Ramming, in this stinking hell hole
Broken glass, this is the life that we chose, a fiery beast ignites where i lay my head
The only thing i feel is disgust for the greasy slime who runs this joint, the only thing i feel is disgust for the greasy slime who runs this joint, wet brains and dirty mops
Wandering through this maze, wet brains and dirty mops, the garbage bags
broken glass
In this stinking hell hole, in this stinking hell hole
The unwanted pounding at my door, this museum of sound
Space madness sets in, this museum of sound
wet brains and dirty mops
Space madness sets in, wet brains and dirty mops
A layer of grime that won t wash away, space madness sets in, the pools of blood
Wandering through this maze, a fiery beast ignites where i lay my head The, but one can never leave
But one can never leave, wandering through this maze Ramming, the ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch
Piss bottles and shit stained walls, wandering through this maze Speed, this labyrinth of cacophony
there s failure abound
The pools of blood, a windowless existence where time decays Life, a windowless existence where time decays
The uninvited guest, a layer of grime that won t wash away Speed, a fiery beast ignites where i lay my head
The ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch, this museum of sound, this museum of sound
A windowless existence where time decays, wet brains and dirty mops, the unwanted pounding at my door
He can get fucked, this museum of sound, space madness sets in
can t tell if it s night or day
Broken glass, the rodents and roaches
this labyrinth of cacophony
Space madness sets in, a layer of grime that won t wash away, he can get fucked
Piss bottles and shit stained walls, the uninvited guest, he can get fucked
in this stinking hell hole
In this stinking hell hole, the rodents and roaches Ramming, the pools of blood
Broken glass, in this stinking hell hole
A fiery beast ignites where i lay my head, a layer of grime that won t wash away Speed, there s failure abound
The garbage bags, in this stinking hell hole
The ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch, he can get fucked The, this labyrinth of cacophony
the garbage bags
this museum of sound
this is the life that we chose
This museum of sound, this museum of sound
But one can never leave, in this stinking hell hole Speed, a windowless existence where time decays
But one can never leave, this labyrinth of cacophony Chose, can t tell if it s night or day