She calls out for help, But the walls return it... She calls out for help, But the walls return it...

Wrinkled melancholia swamped In the sorrys of yesterdays Wrinkled melancholia swamped In the sorrys of yesterdays

All she found were tear stained cheeks that never rubbed off. Mornings smeared with forgotten lov... All she found were tear stained cheeks that never rubbed off. Mornings smeare...

I scream until my lungs collapse and fill with black putrid grease I scream until my lungs collapse and fill with black putrid grease