Crowded room
Filled with contempt
All the faces you'd hoped to forget
And in their eyes, you see right away
Instead of happiness, the source of your pain
Tortured Souls, around and around they go
Screaming voices, lost in the cold
Agony calls, and you're all alone
He wants the sins
You cannot atone
Buried alive
You cannot be heard
But deep inside, you wish for the words
Tortured Souls, around and around they go
Screaming voices, lost in the cold
Tortured Souls, around and around they go
Screaming voices, lost in the cold
