Happiness is just a word to menAnd it might have meant a thing or twonIf I'd known the differencennEmptiness, a lonely parodynAnd my life, another smokin' gunnA sign of my indifferencennAlways keepin' safe insidenWhere no one ever had a chancenTo penetrate a break innnLet me tell you some have triednBut I would slam the door so tightnThat they could never get innnKept my cool under lock and keynAnd I never shed a tearnAnother sign of my conditionnnFear of love or bitter vanitynThat kept me on the runnThe main events at my confessionnnI kept a chain upon my doornThat would shake the shame of CainnInto a blind submissionnnThe burning ghost without a namenWas calling all the samenBut I wouldn't listennnThe longer I'd stallnThe further I'd crawlnThe further I'd crawlnThe harder I'd fallnI was crawlin' into the firennThe more that I sawnThe further I'd fallnThe further I'd fallnThe lower I'd crawlnI kept fallin' into the firenInto the firenInto the firennSuddenly it occurred to menThe reason for the run and hidenHad totaled my existencennEverything left on the other sidenCould never be much worse that thisnBut could I go the distancennI faced the door and all my shamenTearin' off each piece of chainnUntil they all were brokennnBut no matter how I triednThe other side was licked so tightnThat door it wouldn't opennnGave it all that I gotnAnd started to knocknShouted for someonenTo open the locknI just gotta get through the doornnAnd the more that I knockednThe hotter I gotnThe hotter I gotnThe harder I'd knocknI just gotta break through the doornnGotta knock a little hardernGotta knock a little hardernGotta knock a little hardernBreak through the door