Deadhouse, USA

It's a real fine line between reality and Hell,
blurred by hatred and screts the angels refuse to tell
One minute the whole wide world is drenched in gasoline
then you're waking up to the scent of blood in the deadest place you've ever been

Welome to Deadhouse, USA,
where almost everything is a shade of grey
except your blood-red tears staining your face,
where every dark despair has found its resting place

Deadhouse, with its infinite population
A smile to them is like a paid vacation
This is the prison to which you've been sent
and every break in your heart is evident

They see your pain like wrinkles on skin,
can tell where one ends and the next begins
They know every soft spot and each part turned to ice,
these demons know about your every sacrifice

Every minute that you spend dreaming suicide,
every pain-inducing, deep-red tear you've cried,
every moment you use, wishing your life away,
ends up here in Deadhouse, USA.