The asphalt is leaning on me like a mountain. The pressure is building and i'm exhausted. I know you know there is nowhere to go. Knowing is trying; its not a secret. I know you know there is nowhere to go. I'm sleeping in a basement; it's cold and undusted. The pictures are hanging all my walls like a guilliotine. I know you know there is nowhere. Laying down here trying to think of nothing, I know you know there is nowhere to go.