Lead Lined Walls

Now I found a cave

Stairs that can't be descended

I don't want any visitors

I haven't spoken to another person in days

This is where I will die

And I'll be buried in my artwork

That's what I want

And I run 5 tours a day of my hell

I'm trapped in my dream job

The walls are soaked in gasoline

I breathe my own belief

And drown in glycerine

When the lights have gone

The fluorescence glows

My nightmare in Technicolour

My misery shows

I sustain myself on what I hate

Drugged tourists who can't fucking wait

I'm trapped in my dream job

The walls are soaked in gasoline

I breathe my own belief

And drown in glycerine