House of Sorrows - Funker Vogt

Locked away in rooms and routines

But some things are worse than walls

Never ending grief surrounds us

And sometimes I can hear their calls

But I prefer not to notice

What there was and has been

The ugly truth locked away

Will forget what I have seen

So I’m looking for a hell dimension

Where everyday is smile-time

Where there’s no need for action

A place devoid of crime

But Pleasantville is far too boring

I have almost lost my mind

It’s better to face the facts

There is no better truth to find

And again I stare at the truth I couldn’t bare

Not today and not tomorrow

There’s no escape from the house of sorrows

And again I stare at the truth I couldn’t bare

The tragedies of my past

This feeling will forever last

I’m in the house of sorrows