The pools of blood, broken gla**, the garbage bags
The ungodly stench on the brink of making me wretch
Wandering through this maze, this labyrinth of cacophony
The unwanted pounding at my door, the uninvited guest
A fiery beast ignites where I lay my head
A windowless existence where time decays, can't tell if it's night or day. Space madness sets in. This is the life that we chose
Piss bottles and sh** stained walls, a layer of grime that won't wash away. Wet brains and dirty mops
The only thing I feel is disgust for the greasy slime who runs this joint
He can get f**ed
Within these halls of cacophony one can enter, but one can never leave
The rodents and roaches, there's failure abound
In this stinking hell hole
This museum of sound