Now I found a cave Stairs that can't be descended I don't want any visitors I haven't spoken to another person in days This is where I will die And I'll be buried in my artwork That's what I want And I run 5 tours a day of my hell I'm trapped in my dream job The walls are soaked in gasoline I breathe my own belief And drown in glycerine When the lights have gone The fluorescence glows My nightmare in Technicolour My misery shows I sustain myself on what I hate Drugged tourists who can't fucking wait I'm trapped in my dream job The walls are soaked in gasoline I breathe my own belief And drown in glycerine