Its getting Dark   to the point where I cant see you standing   face to the corner, staring blankly down the hall    the t.v's blaring full blast    playing a video of your same, sad, sorry life   and you let this town take you alive   are you suprised   that paradise could make you feel so dead   some could stay forever and live happily depressed   youre halfway there   waking up to rain clouds   is ike waking up in heaven with a headache   some could stay forever and live happily depressed    your halfway there   hell must be empty   cause all the demons walk the streets you own   hell must be empty   im so fucking sick of routine   staples through your eyelids just to sleep    strapped into your blankets   and breathing in the smoke youve longed to taste   well hell much be empty   cause all the demons walk the streets you own