[Intro]



oh no. no. let me go.

[hah hehe]

no. god no!



shut up!



[song]



shhhhhh. it's okay, it's okay.

this is our, dirty, little, secret.



we're all alone in the city

my hands are stoned with pity

i could get by or get high with fifty [yeah]

and i don't feel pretty ... today.



and there's a lady in a stable

her daddy reads her fables

about the moon & his bride

he's in her room every night

& feeds upon a table



of silken robes

an altar of stone

but the child is unable

to run, run, run

& flee his tower of babel



so blood, blood, blood

slithers down her ankles ...



we're all alone in the city

my hands are stoned with pity

i could get by or get high with fifty [yeah]

and i don't feel pretty ... today.



come one

come all

witness the fall!



cry to the sky!

today we break away!



uprising!

uprising!



uprising!

in the house of secrets!



what happens here, stays here

say nothing, disappear!



uprising!

uprising!



locked away

in the chamber of the hysterics

here, in the house ... of secrets.



we're all alone

& i will tell you of loneliness.

[shhhh.]




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