Basement - Covey

Your eyes are painted red

Just to show your age

As the man with the sharp teeth bites down on your brain

Point me to your grave

That’s where you’ll play guitar

With a gun to your head

And a flame in your heart

They keep you in the basement

With no one you can hurt

One more chain 'round your leg

And twelve rips in your shirt

And now you’re counting

Down till mother is dead

Like the rest of the world

You detested for so long

They don’t tell you

Not to try

They just wear you down

As you run your fingers along the marked wall

That you chipped and inscribed

With the thoughts you could never let go

And you’re shaking your arm just to stay away

As you’re getting grey hairs at age twenty-two

You’ve been counting the hours down today

'Cause you know that you’ve got just one chance to escape all of this

They don’t tell you

Not to try

They just wear you down

As you run your fingers along the marked wall

That you chipped and inscribed

With the thoughts you could never let go