It's like a dark little hole, In this dark little room,
Like it's my dark little grave, In my dark little tomb,

I have dark little thoughts, I my dark little head,
I'm crying on my dark little pillow, Laying on my dark little bed,

It's too dark I can barely see,
It's too dark, Even for me,

It's a dark little story, In a dark little life,
With a gun for my cure, And a corpse for a wife,

I'm running in dark little hallways, With flashing bright lights,
Reading my dark little grave, And complaining of my rights,

My scars are getting darker, My pain is getting cold,
Either it's I'm dying of living, Or getting a little too old.
 
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