this house, it was haunted the moment he took aim with no apparent motive crimson now flesh's fate
pistol plane stayed tangent and in-line with the face of a once quiet child who'd always take the blame
'cause even a swift hand was attention still desired and through tired tenaments those wishes, they transpired
the quiet buzz of appliances ping pong down hallway walls soft water from the faucet echoing it's whispered call:
"come way with me come way with me down the drain and hide never they'll find you here nor there with the ocean we'll collide! come way with me come way with me down the drain we'll roll free from this, forever we'll be release that tattered soul!"
and with this something came as if to reawaken the past all those nightmare sessions they swore would never last
in the recesses of the psyche there they had found their niche unconsciously tormenting all those years now missed
and so there lay before me a withered, aiming man right above my brow is where he had that bullet planned
but in this dream, i swear to you i murdered him that day this house, it was haunted the moment he took aim