Lonely is the night
When the wind and the rain blows cold
And all this time I’ve been hiding from the gather storm
Of all that I’ve done [bad word]  [bad word] From the emptiness that fills you like a [bad word] Load your guns
They [bad word] in the middle of the night
To fill you with holes 
Until you don’t know, until you don’t know
They fill you with holes
Like moles in the dirt underground

Lonely are the sheets
You are naked in the morning next to me
But all those years holding back the demons for the fear
Of the sight of your tears

Oh, my God
What have I done?
What have I done?
They fill you with holes
Until I don’t know
Until I don’t know
They fill me with holes
Like moles in the dirt underground