There are many names for the place I'm in
It's a different kind of [bad word] There is room enough
But too many stairs
No one asks and no one tells

With each door you pass,
Another set of traps revealed
Pin-on smirks that smell like fear

See behind the pretty faces
There's just no substance underneath
It's all a game, and how I hate it
When all their fancy words turn out to mean the same

Let it seep - let it slide 
Let it fill you up
You'll feel the little cracks appear
The venom dancing in your blood [bad word] just in time to see me tear

See behind the pretty faces
There's just no substance underneath
It's all a game, and how I hate it
When all their fancy words turn out to mean the same

Just a little hope
Stretched far too long
It's different kind of [bad word] 
Just a different kind of [bad word]