Your narrow rented tombs Withink your walls of want The frame in which you haunt Inside your restless storm Your paint is cracked and worn Four walls bubbled and pocked Marked with shame, a bolted lock A facade hides your worn out pride A shoddy view of others just like you A window rattles you with what you hide Sickness spreads through Your breeding grounds of dust For all within your rooms Your narrow rented tombs Within your walls of want The frame in which you haunt Inside your restless storm The paint is cracked and worn Four walls bubbled and pocked Marked with shame, a bolted lock A facade hides your worn out pride A shoddy view of others just like you A window rattles you with what you hide