In these woods our beauty liesIn misery, not memoryI’ve eaten pills no one should swallowWound up naked on the floorUsed a gun that wasn’t cleanNow I wonderSlept with whores and fell in loveThe bottom was so far awayNo scars to remindNo villains at my throatNo kind words will helpHelp me, won’t someone help meIn misery, not memoryI’ve tripped so hard no one would followPast side three of The WallDriven blind and made it homeHit head on and walked awayWhy am I unpunished whenBeauty meets an early endI’m no victimJust curious, curiousThese woods only bring sorrowCan’t deny and won’t admitThat I belong to itI don’t understandJimmy slept on John’s grave the night we buried himChris was found underneath the floor in the house where he was killedThey found Frank Thanksgiving morning with the needle still in his armWake like a QuakerFull of promiseI’m afraid I’ll kill againChose the life that’s poisoned meLeave it all to miseryLeave it all to miseryCan’t denyThat I belong to misery