In the house that haunts me The flickering lights are blue Sirens wail outside For you
The needle′s stuck on voices A winged tattoo lays so still White flash of wedding gown And scattered pills
Ghosts of dreams and memories Float and land like confetti At my feet
It's feeding time for monsters Growling, scratching at the walls
Cracked mirrors in the doorways Showing no warning signs Kitchen′s clean And clothes are drying It's not a scene set for goodbye
The broken necks of 'could-have-been′s′ Swinging, dangling, from the beams Like the truth
It's feeding time for monsters Growling, scratching at the walls It′s feeding time for monsters Howling, pounding at my door
I wake up and their appetites Shrink in the morning light Have I survived the night? Made it to the end Till it's feeding time againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
