Down below the deck, I couldn't feel the sand between my toes

It's not in the cards, even though it's in my heart

Takes the thought of me, drowning out some sorrow for a while

This family feels more like a sentence put on me

Turn up, close the door

Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall

Until there's no more room for sorrow

Turn up, waste away

From the stench and filth you can't escape

Only hiding for a while



Down below the tree, the means and the encouragement I need

I guess that I was wrong, I guess it's not so bad after all

One cold, winter day, the cornerstone falls out and rolls away

The walls fall in on me, is this what hell could end up to be?

Turn up, close the door

Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall

Until there's no more room for sorrow

Turn up, waste away

From the stench and filth you can't escape

Only hiding for a while



Here below the sky, the only guilt left now is in my mind

And each day away brings a little piece of mind my way

Turn up, close the door

Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall

Until there's no more room for sorrow

Turn up, waste away

From the stench and filth you can't escape

Only hiding for a while