All the nice people are sitting in small rooms completely alone gazing out windows, (at strange celebrations) at billboards and strip shows on streets far below kicked in the teeth from a very young age its hard to get over the rage... all the bad people (beautiful people) are laughing in ballrooms (bar rooms) with music and booze talking bout money and trips where its sunny (bakes a beautiful tune) from Aug to June blessed from their birth like a beautiful song they can't do anything wrong softly you call out to no one there at all slowly you fade into nothing the saddest of people are hidden in dark rooms that you'll never see tortured by demons and life without reasons they pa** in their sleep (endlessly) softly you call out to no one there at all slowly you fade into nothing rejoice you are going away rejoice you are going to fade