It was called a place where the furniture melted   And all that was delt with   Was the passage of time   An artist's disgrace by the polythene window   Taunted the gold floor below   With madness so sublime      It happens every day in this place that you made   All your dreams will wash away   But you're young so it's ok      It was where the sink fills itself with wet dispair   And stains the unaware   With a colour so rich   The walls start to shrink but the beauty still remains   So my weakness bends and wanes   And my soul begins to ich      It's for your own good you know   We've been over this before   You can listen to what we say   But it doesn't matter anyway      The air will thicken 'cause it's pushin me too far   Yes it's all went way too far   Now I'll burn this all down   My mind will sicken 'cause it's pushing me too far   Yes it's all went way too far   Now I'll burn this all down