Текст песни Cell

It was called a place where the furniture melted And all that was delt with Was the passage of time An artist's disgrace by the polythene window Taunted the gold floor below With madness so sublime It happens every day in this place that you made All your dreams will wash away But you're young so it's ok It was where the sink fills itself with wet dispair And stains the unaware With a colour so rich The walls start to shrink but the beauty still remains So my weakness bends and wanes And my soul begins to ich It's for your own good you know We've been over this before You can listen to what we say But it doesn't matter anyway The air will thicken 'cause it's pushin me too far Yes it's all went way too far Now I'll burn this all down My mind will sicken 'cause it's pushing me too far Yes it's all went way too far Now I'll burn this all down