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Locked away in rooms and routines
But some things are worse than walls
Never ending grief surrounds us
And sometimes I can hear their calls
But I prefer not to notice
What there was and has been
The ugly truth locked away
Will forget what I have seen
So Im looking for a hell dimension
Where everyday is smile-time
Where theres no need for action
A place devoid of crime
But Pleasantville is far too boring
I have almost lost my mind
Its better to face the facts
There is no better truth to find
And again I stare at the truth I couldnt bare
Not today and not tomorrow
Theres no escape from the house of sorrows
And again I stare at the truth I couldnt bare
The tragedies of my past
This feeling will forever last
Im in the house of sorrows