My hands freeze within this cold room,
But my anger warms it up to keep writing.
Barricading myself away from the world,
I became more fond with the shadows.
Tears help me go to sleep at night.
The pain I cause myself feels good,
But I desire more by waiting for him.
The tattooed man is gonna pleasure me soon..
Shit, my mental problems grow harder
And I'm in need to let it all out
By getting high and drinking it all away.
This room isn't gonna help for much longer...
Music is my small hope to escape,
But it fuels my desires to experience more
And let my feet go to where I want to be at.
I want to get out of this room and be free!