All I feel is the shuttered room

The striped light of detention

All I smell is shattered bone

Far too relevant to mention

In the shuttered room

In my shuttered room

In my shuttered room

In my shuttered room

Small holes where lead kissed the walls

This is no crime of passion

How many died without a cause

Could it be pure invention

In the shuttered room

In the shuttered room

In the shuttered room

In the shuttered room

Shuttered shuttered shuttered shuttered room

In my shuttered room

Shuttered shuttered shuttered shuttered room

In the shuttered room

The whimpered truths of the shuttered room

Mean so little as we reflect

Over bodies who fell in the pile

You know how the story is vile

In the shuttered room

In the shuttered room

In the shuttered room

In the shuttered room

Shuttered shuttered shuttered shuttered

Shuttered shuttered shuttered shuttered

Shuttered shuttered shuttered shuttered

Room

In my shuttered room

In my shuttered room