The wheels are turning,
Broken machinery,
It grinds below us.
And all around I see
The broken ceilings,
The old familiar halls.
The dirty paper that's covering the walls,
The shattered staircase,
The bed I'm bleeding in.
We tried to fight this,
But we can never win.

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death,
If it's like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hand I see
But nothing's alright, they're always watching me.

And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...
And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...

He takes my picture
Although I don't know why.
His hands are shaking
Although I see him try
To look collected.
He thinks it doesn't show.
But we are connected,
But what he doesn't know
Is when the guard comes to take me away,
I will be tortured until the break of day.

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death,
If it's like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hand I see
But nothing's alright, they're always watching me.

And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...
And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...

He's at the window,
He's always looking down
As we are beaten.
How can this fucking town not know what's happening
To all their little girls?
They've got the pirate,
They're cutting off her curls
And she is screaming.
They won't leave her alone,
And I am dreaming of joys I've never known...

At least I'm breathing.
At least I have my wits,
But when the carts come,
Who's buried in the pits?
And in the courtyard,
I see a horse go by
And something's out there.
An inmate starts to cry.
We try out best though to quiet down the fuss,
We know tomorrow it could be one of us.

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death,
If it's like last night, it could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hand I see
But nothing's alright, they're always watching me.

And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...
And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...

And no one's coming, coming
To take me home...