MY DREAMS INK PRINTED ON WHITE PAPER, NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR, READ, SING. 

BESIDE THESE BURIED COFFINS  I'M ALONE, ALONE LIKE ALL OF THEM AND I'M RUNNING 

AND I'M KEEPING A SECRET THEY ALL WANT TO KNOW, BESIDE THESE BURIED COFFINS  I'M ALONE, 

ALONE LIKE ALL OF THEM, AND I'M RUNNING SOMEWHERE I'M LEAVING THIS HELL, 

I CAN'T BE STUCK IN HERE ANY LONGER, SOMEONE BETTER PULL ME OUT 

I THINK I COMMITTED A CRIME, FOR A DAY OR TWO AND I THANK GOD I COMMITTED A CRIME..