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 I'm looking for a hell dimension Where everyday is smile-time Where there's no need for action A place devoid of crime But Pleasantville is far too boring I have almost lost my mind It's better to face the facts There is no better truth to find And again I stare at the truth I couldn't bare Not today and not tomorrow There's no escape from the house of sorrows And again I stare at the truth I couldn't bare The tragedies of my past This feeling will forever last I'm in the house of sorrows