Lletres: Static-X. Start a War. Dirthouse.

You're right

My dirthouse
Watch it happen from the box
Mind wanders
Dirty, dirty word

My dirthouse
This is where it all comes down
Look into my eye
You feel my skin, it's dirt

Drive me wild
Remember when you blew my mind?
Cut through me
Living in the dirt

These dogs are
Curled up in a little ball
These dogs are
Freezing their asses off

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I've got some pain of my own

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I've got some pain of my own

Open the box
See what's inside
You make the call
Sick of it all again

Open the box
See what's inside
You make the call
Sick of it all again

Tear me down
Pushing on my every nerve
Scares me
I hope, I don't get burnt

Look closer
Look into my dirty mind
Feeling sick inside
My blood has turned to fucking dirt

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I've got some pain of my own

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I wanna call this my home

Go, go, go, go, go, go
Pick up the pieces
I've got some pain of my own