I see the consequence
You know I’m watching you
It’s just a throw-a-way sin
A problem not for you

How can I walk the street
How can I raise my head
We kill a million deep
Just in a single breath

It’s a crowded house
We can’t get enough and
Never run out
In a crowded room
We bite the hand
So much to lose

What are we building here
Among the dead cement
Out in the plastic sea
We drown the innocent

I seen the motor smoke
I seen the house of pulp
We wear the velvet glove
But we keep on burning up
It’s a crowded house
We can’t get enough and
Never run out
In a crowded room
We bite the hand
So much to lose