In the house not home, behind closed doors They hide their fakes, between the floors In the house not home, under the bed Stories are told, and lies are spread The house not home is full of love It's the hate which seeps in from above
I'm going to torch it I'm going to torch it With you on the top
In the house not home, they gild their flaws Preen their feathers, and sheath their claws In the house not home, eyes are closed Blood runs hot, whilst hell hath froze In the house not home, me-me prayers The wailing wall of cheap despair
In the house not home, the long house turns Shit to gold, the tall house burns In the house not home, dreams are trained Innocence, hope, lost mysteries explained
In the house not home There are four blanks Your ignorance was unusable Your thoughtlessness was not
We sing our cheap despair as our secrets are sold The spirit is broken, I'm gonna torch you down The spirit is not broken, I'm gonna raise it up from the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
