作曲 : Shamaya, Wells
Shh It's okay, it's okay 
This is our 
Dirty, little, secret 
We're all alone in the city 
My hands are stoned with pity 
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah 
And I, I, 
I, don't feel pretty 
Today And there's a lady in a stable 
Her daddy reads her fables 
About the moon and his bride 
He's in her room every night 
And feeds upon a table 
Of silken robes, an altar of stone 
But the child is unable 
To run run run 
And flee his tower of babel 
So blood blood blood 
Slithers down her ankles 
We're all alone in the city 
My hands are stoned with pity 
I could get by or get high with fifty yeah 
And I, I, 
I, don't feel pretty 
Today Come one, come all, witness the fall 
Cry to the sky 
Today we break away 
Uprising [x3] 
In the house of secrets 
What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear [x2] 
Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear 
Uprising [x2] 
Locked away 
In the chamber of hysterics 
Here In the house 
Of secrets 
In the house of secrets 
I will tell you of loneliness 
Shhhhh