Things look bad
Things look tragic

I keep looking in the mirror
Afraid that I won't be there

Courting Ellen West, dancing on her grave
Saving Ellen West

My house is full of demons
I swear to God
I need to go to bed

I need to go to sleep
I'm awake with a vengeance

Saving Ellen West 'cause she wanted it
This way

My mouth is full of demos
I swear to God I need to go to bed
I need to go to sleep

I need that hope chest
I need to breathe
I need you here
I need to disappear