Shh It's okay, it's okay
This is our
Dirty, little, secret


We're all alone in the city
My hands are stoned with pity

I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today


And there's a lady in a stable
Her daddy reads her fables

About the moon and his bride
He's in her room every night
And feeds upon a table

Of silken robes, an altar of stone
But the child is unable
To run run run

And flee his tower of babel
So blood blood blood
Slithers down her ankles


We're all alone in the city
My hands are stoned with pity

I could get by or get high with fifty yeah
And I, I, I, don't feel pretty
Today


Come one, come all, witness the fall
Cry to the sky

Today we break away
Uprising [x3]
In the house of secrets

What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear [x2]
Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear
Uprising [x2]


Locked away
In the chamber of hysterics

Here
In the house
Of secrets

In the house of secrets
I will tell you of loneliness
Shhhhh