And in this drought of feeling I have known,
I stop and make my home
Oh, but you could never see,
How dark a mind can be

I can't get out
I can't get out
I scream, I shout,
But I can't get out

And I'd have you turn to gaze inside me,
So you can learn of my hypocrisy
And understand how I can't even care,
About all the things that I have been
And all the things that I have seen
And all the things I think I need
And Love's cruel knife that made me bleed
And my retreat in stupid songs
The longest night and coldest dawn
And bitter truths and noble wrongs
The laugh of God as I was born
The bitterness of holding on
The moment I knew that it was done, and

I can't get out
I can't get out
I scream, I shout,
But I can't get out