It's not in the cards, even though it's in my heart
  Takes the thought of me, drowning out some sorrow for a while
        This family feels more like a sentence put on me
                     Turn up, close the door
           Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall
              Until there's no more room for sorrow
                       Turn up, waste away
           From the stench and filth you can't escape
                     Only hiding for a while

   Down below the tree, the means and the encouragement I need
   I guess that I was wrong, I guess it's not so bad after all
 One cold, winter day, the cornerstone falls out and rolls away
 The walls fall in on me, is this what hell could end up to be?
                     Turn up, close the door
           Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall
              Until there's no more room for sorrow
                       Turn up, waste away
           From the stench and filth you can't escape
                     Only hiding for a while

    Here below the sky, the only guilt left now is in my mind
     And each day away brings a little piece of mind my way
                     Turn up, close the door
           Fill the room with sound, from wall to wall
              Until there's no more room for sorrow
                       Turn up, waste away
           From the stench and filth you can't escape
                     Only hiding for a while