The numbers on my wrist
say I'm a cog in the machine
and the sign above the front gate

tells me work will set me free
I'm sleeping on this mattress
stained by men who've died before

There's a hole inside my broken heart
And locks on all the doors


Get Clean

All together now

1-2-3
Don't be scared
Just stand with me

Hold my hand, try not to breathe
All together now


I shovel dirt on bodies
From a pile too big to burn
I recognize a childhood friend

who tells me that my turn
is coming like the winter winds
that chill me to the bone

In chambers dense with screams and tears
We all still die alone


Get Clean

All together now

1-2-3
Don't be scared
Just stand with me

Hold my hand, try not to breathe
All together now


Single file through the door
Wall to wall, ceiling to floor
I am not afraid to die

I only wish that I knew why...

All together now

1-2-3
Don't be scared
Just stand with me

Hold my hand, try not to breathe
All together now