Stare through the doorway to see a shocking façade
With an obstruction between you it makes it very hard
To fully grasp the scale of his non-existing loneliness
The hole in his chest
Is neatly covered up
This is not the place
The floor's too cold
The sky's too grey
Burning days
This is
Not the place
I can see through the walls
Inches away
Burning days
Burning days
Burning days
Burning days
Burning days
Burning days
Burning days
Burning days
As I stare at the devil's gate
I feel the heat radiating on my face
He says to come and play
I eagerly reply that today's the day
As I stare at the devil's gate
I feel the heat radiating on my face
He says to come and play
And I eagerly reply that today's the day
