Trapped in a rut of debauchery, ensnared!
Sordid spirals of brooky, never could compare
If I were to slit my wrists no one would care
Trapped in a rut of debauchery, ensnared!

Fucked up lives, every one of which is broken
Never sleeping yet never being woken
Searching for naked hearts in a world that is clothen
Fucked up lives, every one of which is broken

Face of stone, but eyes filled with tears
Sex, love, future cause nothing but fears
Weekend after weekend I drown it out with beers
Face of stone, but eyes filled with tears.