Easy now, don't give yourself away Don't let them know you're breaking These are wolves And they carry no sympathies Don't look down These are but minor
It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right We're collecting
Curse the day that you where born Curse God above for the sheer technicalities That will keep us apart (We will stay separated) Everything you say's
You and I can't get much closer In spite of what you want I'm done explaining I'm broke at best Non-existent Non-existent I lay me down to sleep And
Love is stronger than all We can cry and pretend But we know there's something real Some men say we're born into sin But sin is an accusation We're born
These brief moments aren't quite what I had in mind Why does everything have to disintegrate? I'm on fire most of the time So I'm grateful there's peace
I won't be your alibi for disaster No more pathetic rehashes, I've heard enough Predictable and self-pitying thing Escalate your prolonged suicide Poor
Come here and knock on my door Come here, step inside Come here, take off your folds Come here and let it go No one needs to know No one if you say so
In the reaches of the old haunted trees A place where legend speaks of terrible things I've heard the rumors of the evil in the hills Spire of the tower
Inside your mind, stays Evil that's concealed Inside your mind, writhes a plague reaching distance unseen Through your mind, streak of blinding malice
born again. As we lift the curtain of illusions We see an acrid semblance of life An image far from unseen Empty as it could be Degraded by our thoughts
now own my soul left behind to fight the ruthless pawns of Eris hope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for him suffering unseen now
Unseen from the outside world, here I live and roam And though I've tried assiduously to heal the wounds with time You'll haunt me in my memories until
one candle, seeing only small sections illuminated one by one, and refusing to recognize or connect the darkened and unseen areas to the entirety. Working
to my own curse, kept at my side And reality haunts each breath I own Escape through my minds back door or the path just down the road. This house haunted
In and out of a thousand stories Here I stand somewhere in between Kings and Queens, knights and glory Flash before my eyes unseen. Laughing and loving
head The unseen stalker The growing nausea It's coming, I can hear it Selfobtained paranoia, a constant feeling of fear Selfobtained paranoia a haunted
thoughts, you'll be wantin' out, ain't walkin' out I got you now, I'm Block McCloud, welcome to the haunted house Slaughterhouse, and homes to all your
