Shh It's okay, it's okay This is our Dirty, little, secret We're all alone in the city My hands are stoned with pity I could get by or get high with fifty yeah And I, I, I, don't feel pretty Today And there's a lady in a stable Her daddy reads her fables About the moon and his bride He's in her room every night And feeds upon a table Of silken robes, an altar of stone But the child is unable To run run run And flee his tower of babel So blood blood blood Slithers down her ankles We're all alone in the city My hands are stoned with pity I could get by or get high with fifty yeah And I, I, I, don't feel pretty Today Come one, come all, witness the fall Cry to the sky Today we break away Uprising [x3] In the house of secrets What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear [x2] Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear Uprising [x2] Locked away In the chamber of hysterics Here In the house Of secrets In the house of secrets I will tell you of loneliness Shhhhh