locked away in rooms and routines but some things are worse than walls never ending grief surrounds us and sometimes i can hear their calls but i prefer not to notice what there was and has been the ugly truth locked away will forget what i have seen so i m looking for a hell dimension where everyday is smile time where there s no need for action a place devoid of crime but pleasantville is far too boring i have almost lost my mind it s better to face the facts there is no better truth to find and again i stare at the truth i couldn t bare not today and not tomorrow there s no escape from the house of sorrows and again i stare at the truth i couldn t bare the tragedies of my past this feeling will forever last i m in the house of sorrows