There's only three windows in this basement
And one of them is under a deck
All this artificial lighting is frying my head
I need to get outside sometime
But every time I leave the house
I manage to spend all the money that I have
And I can't afford to do that shit every day
So I sit in this basement
And wait for Death to show his hand
And so I sit in this basement
I'm getting fat again
Because I'm so far from all my friends
And wait for Death to show his hand
And wait for Death to take my hand
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