Doors kept opening around The mirrored walls Never to come up In the American light Kept popping up to find Surrounding waves were To difficult to survive When there's no else around Its been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back next time Make way toward a familiar voice Tunnel vision Never catching up Another endless night Like a sweater with a tiny tear Slowly unravel Never to be sown up Beyond all repair Its been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming next time Every day slowly dying Collecting without any meaning No ones signed up just to suffer This isn't how its supposed to be now Its been a pleasure Mr., but I wont be coming back next time Thanks for all you've shown us but I wont be coming back next time