My little brother the spider He came down from his web He said not to worry man it's all in your head The voices you heard didn't come from their room They came from the basement down in their tomb Where the bones of your children lay stagnet in a box Beneath the dolls that dance on the shelf Shouting in disputes about grim fairy tales Caldrons of crust that smell of burnt ash Beside the skull pipe resined of hash Sweet dreams are few in the house of ode
It crawls in the corners of my eyes I turn but no one is there The doors they close by themselves but there is no wind They painted the house of ode black because it had turned to sin
Horror filled nightmares follow midnight as it creeps across the face of the clock The rat is perched on the headboard until dawn Arise from your sleep with the voices in your head
Reasoning the answers you were told A grey mist was cast upon the house of ode Where time is spent and stories are told How they died in such a barbaric way Giggles and screams they're all the same Tear drops of blood as your children they bleed Mechanical children for you to destroy There is no passage from the house of ode There's nothing left for you in their world For yours is their destiny now isn't it
Now you wander the corridors of the unseen Because you think the walls can breathe The remains of your children you thought would never be found You will never find sanityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
