The Gutterville Plastics - The Room

I bath myself in soil, I painted my pretence
Though I can't seem to halt myself.
Collapse this picket fence

The daisy's morning dewdrops catch an anchor on their case
I will not receive an ounce of rest until my baby's safe

Oh

I rip the tongue that taste's my seed, the soil drowns in mud
The picket fence is lost in gales that tread my baby's blood

I left the stem inside your gut and trudge into the sea
Look down in my reflection, sunshine what's become of me?

Chorus
In this room there's no doors, there's no windows, anymore

I've picked apart the seams in every faulted string I can
To claw my way an exit though my blood is stained with hands
This cellar sings a melody that teeters me so sure
That my lost endangered infant holds my clue to find a cure

Oh look I see tile, so I gently push inside
This corridor 'aint freedom but I'm sure it leads outside
Don't worry pretty Anna, I will find you by the throat
And hopefully my baby is not lost at sea afloat

Chorus
In this room there's no doors, there's no windows, anymore

There's no nothing, anymore
There's no sunshine, anymore
There's no one here
Anymore

Oh

Chorus
In this room there's no doors, there's no windows, anymore

Chorus
In this room there's no doors, there's no windows, anymore