This place is full of roaches I feel like I'm under the gun I say this place is full of roaches I feel like I'm under the gun It's dark in here but I can feel it No one'll ever be responsible For the damage done I see a hallway full of memories I see them all exchanging looks I see a hallway full of memories I see them all exchanging looks I'm not afraid of conspiracies I'm afraid of finding out I'm an accomplice The clicking of a camera The clicking of a gun The clicking of a camera The clicking of a gun I've posed naked for you But you sold me out as porn I said I've posed naked for you all But you sold me out for your porn And I don't need to miss you No, I don't need to miss you No, I don't need to miss you To find myself I don't need to miss you To find myself I'm gonna start running I'm gonna call my brother's name I'm gonna start running I'm gonna scream my brother's name Out on the streets there's nothing Nothing to remember you by Out on the streets there's nothing Nothing, nothing is left But the lame and the blind And I don't need to miss you No, I don't need to miss you No, I don't need to miss you To find myself I don't need to miss you To find myself