Lyrics

Your eyes have been reddened by roses,
that dare to grow deep from within.
And each day your window it closes...to keep you in.

Keep to your side of your window.
Breathing up all of your air.
If your hands must remain in your pocket,
we must leave you there.

All that you do here's so vainful.
Who should care what you think?
You're safe here from anything painful.
You stink.