This house, torn down;
Every wall, left tainted.
As we realize,
a ghostly kind
of petrifying silence
slipped through the cracks.
We can't deny our home is ruined now;
we can't deny we're barely breathing.
Long enough we shared a lie,
and we stepped away
from all that we are.
Soon enough
the veil must fall
and they'll know my name.
It hurts to know
that the ghost lived here
right from the start;
his wicked smile
reveals our every fear,
yet we won't go outside...
We can't deny the end is near.
Long enough we shared a lie,
and we stepped away
from all that we are.
And we tried
to keep the pain inside
Will we find another place to hide?
This house is torn,
every wall was tainted
right from the start.
I think we know
a dark and haunted manor
can't be called a home.