I remember when I was telling you about my favorite vices
Don't you give me that look of pity, I know just what's in your head
Oh yes I know
That mind of yours
I think I understand
Perhaps I'm not supposed to tell you
Go search for yourself
The deepest parts of you
The Mariana Trench holds the keys
Holes inside yourself, and the corridors between
The Mariana Trench holds the keys
I've been told before
Many times by people who don't really get it
Still I've told myself the things I want will soon be mine if I work hard
Twisted by the rage
I think that I should keep my mouth shut
Go search for yourself
The deepest parts of you
The Mariana Trench holds the keys
Holes inside yourself, and the corridors between
The Mariana Trench holds the keys
The Mariana Trench holds the keys
I am an open book you can't read
I am an open book you can't read