| These bare walls hold a familiar theme | |
| In this my home and happy hell | |
| The pain I've seen within this empty dream | |
| Locked and barred inside myself | |
| Caged and leashed and smothered in fear | |
| So round and round the chamber spins | |
| You can sink or swim in a sea of tears | |
| But the walls keep closing in | |
| In the aftertaste | |
| In the aftertaste | |
| In the aftertaste | |
| No where to run and no where to hide | |
| Disobey and it's the back of the fist | |
| Raped and tortured from the inside | |
| With my dignity lost in every hit | |
| I just had to be something, | |
| I had to be someone | |
| But I'm overcome by my own self-doubt | |
| Now where's my freedom, where's my life? | |
| Where's my | |
| God, where's my way out? | |
| In the aftertaste | |
| In the aftertaste | |
| In the aftertaste, yeah | |
| It's so dark inside, | |
| I can't breath inside | |
| I can't move inside now fade away |