House Of Pulp

I see the consequence
You know Im watching you
Its just a throwaway sin
Im proud enough of you
How can I walk the street?
How can I raise my head?
We kill a million deep
Just in a single breath
And its a crowded house
We cant 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
And its a crowded house
We cant get enough and
Never run out in a crowded room
We bite the hand , so much to lose
And its a crowded house
We cant get enough and
Never run out in a crowded room
We bite the hand, so much to lose