This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone   They've heard this one a thousand times   Most exciting thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,   maybe throw lit cigarettes down   And maybe I'll catch fire   something warm to hold me   something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind   All that evil shit's not hard to find   I guess I only claim to be nice.      This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone   They've seen this face a thousand times   Most relaxing thing I do - hang half way out a third floor window,   and look at rocks if I fall out   Well maybe I'll fall hard   Something tough to break me   Something sharp to rip into my insides and bleed out all that pain   Sorry I don't even know your name   I guess for me it's easy this way.      Maybe I'll catch fire   Something warm to hold me   Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind   All that evil shit's not hard to find   I guess I only claim to be nice