Safe - Therapy?

All this noise is making me nervous

I feel every slammed door and drunken laugh

Sometimes there’s no room for breathing

Take me to a colony and leave me in Antarctica

The living germs keep these buildings alive

And everyday we feed them with our dirt and rotten memories

The front window in the house his mother left him

Is just another beacon in a sea of dark yellow

This place speaks to him, it’s got it’s own language

Cold comfort through the gill cracked plaster

Looks at him with eyes in paint blisters

Squeezes music through a cheap transistor

Voice of mothers

With their prisoners for brothers

And the bug-eyed little creatures

Terrifying stupid teachers

Who then take it out on weaklings

Spawning killing spree control freaks

Who get married in their prisons

To abused and lonely women

I’m clean and I’m clinging

Like I’ve never held on to anything in my life

I’m clean and I’m clinging to you

I’m clean and I’m clinging

Like I’ve never held on to anything in my life

I’m clean and I’m clinging to you

I’m clean and I’m clinging

Like I’ve never held on to anything in my life

I’m clean and I’m clinging to you

I’m clean and I’m clinging

Like I’ve never held on to anything in my life

I’m clean and I’m clinging to you