all our friends are dead and gone there s men in our basement wearing our clothes your chest won t heal what your blood won t kill and same for myself when i flush my pills but our fears their fears their children s fears our kids their kids their children s kids will see a sudden light and i can t pay our rent playing rooms of our friends yeah they speak like they re a savior but we all die like men do you see em there do you see their hands they re all living lies all those basement men and they stand in the same positions in the dark we left and they see nothing but our fears their fears and their children s fears but our kids their kids and their children s kids will see a fucking light