Give away your love and then remove another tomb
Painted words adorn the walls, echoing untrue
I feel cold...


Promises abound, you rarely find it to begin
Maybe i'm afraid to let you all the way in

I guess so...

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell


I excuse myself
I'm used to my little cell

I amuse myself
In my very own private hell


Lately i'm beside myself, pretending unconcerned
Standing at a corner where i threw you on a turn
I'll move on...


Flowers on a cross remain, marking an ending scene
Damn it all if blood you spill, turn the grass more green

Life is short...

I excuse myself

I'm used to my little cell
I amuse myself
In my very own private hell


I amuse myself
In my very own private hell