Born in burial gowns, we say sex slowly   You soon wish you couldn't see at all   Tortured in the mind, six voices alone   Futile gestures and motionless groans   Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?   And a cute line makes everything uptight   To kill your dream before it's considered   To live in silence in this closet no vision      It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call   Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all      Too cold here, ten years of bleeding inside   Always looked for walls to lean beside   Too cold here, ten years of bleeding, it's ice   Always looked for shade to cover your eyes      Self pity itself is so shallow   i am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone   Whisky my coral, my piece of mind   Hello Mr. Simpson you can clean my soul   Wake up sighing, mass for for the bleeding   Never share sadness mine a man prays painless   Coalescing mind, I hid in rooms,   Cannot give anything and never could      Prison it's only four walls but sometimes   the mind is the smallest prison of all,   I fear in there, I burn, I veer,   as a boy without touch feels   through his fall, through his fall.      too cold here, ten years of bleeding inside,   always looked for walls, to lean beside,   too cold here, ten years of bleeding, it's ice   always looked for shade, too cover your eyes.