My long hair it blows in the industrial breeze.. My fingernails grow down to my knees.. The light that's beside me is just laves of beans.. All that I know is not what it seems.. Cause I've tried moving out. But I'm tied to this floor.. It's just like before.. It's the red of the world that you see with your eyes.. You say that you're happy when you're wanting to die.. Oh well it's just like before.. Oh well it runs in your veins.. Just like before.. It keeps it the same.. Cause I've tried moving out. But I'm tied to this floor.. It's just like before.. Well the sun's in the sky it swings and it sways.. But it don't shine on Tuesdays and it's cloudy all day.. It's just like before.. Oh when it runs in your veins.. It's just like before.. Nothing will change.. Cause I've tried moving out. But I'm tied to this floor.. It's just like before..