Good morning broken teeth
And mysteries beneath
The years of sleepbound fantasy
Are still stuck in my head
Its barren holes of lifelessness
Left wanting and half dead
Rain whispering what the silence screams
Oversexed confusion and fertile dreams
This house is empty, tragic
Set the children to kill
Misunderstood the will
Stark nights of pointless revelry
To fill the suburb's bland
Petri dish of foreign life
Guided by foreign hands
Rain whispering what the silence screams
Oversexed confusion and fertile dreams
This house is empty, tragic