Now I found a cave
Stairs that can't be descended
I don't want any visitors
I haven't spoken to another person in days
This is where I will die
And I'll be buried in my artwork
That's what I want
And I run 5 tours a day of my hell
I'm trapped in my dream job
The walls are soaked in gasoline
I breathe my own belief
And drown in glycerine
When the lights have gone
The fluorescence glows
My nightmare in Technicolour
My misery shows
I sustain myself on what I hate
Drugged tourists who can't f*cking wait
I'm trapped in my dream job
The walls are soaked in gasoline
I breathe my own belief
And drown in glycerine