Texty:
Horrors

ya goin'? Welcome to the House of Horrors Comes from within me, in me Comes from within me, horrors, hey Comes from within me, in me Come to the House of Horrors

I never meant for you to get hurt And how I tried, oh how I tried I could never give you just what you deserved Another man would surely learn I know

Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board, so still Yesterday a leather glove From the slim tinkered hand of a woman The next time I saw

Butcher the paper, a ravenous pen Carving out trees and scoring skin Animals too placed in plastic cages Carted around these filthy pages I will draw

I press your hand in mine however cautiously I keep a smile right to myself And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession And I get sick as I

Outside a train roars, the clatter is deafening Louder than everything, drowns what you were saying And the boys get on the back of that train Their clamor

Walking down the streets of London late at night Night is crawling and something is here I've seen him [Incomprehensible] , oh no No, Jack The Ripper

Is it the way Is it the way she looks at you? Seeing her face As you walk through the crowded avenue That sets you afire Remembering all you left behind

Some say we walk alone Barefoot on wicked stone, no light And sanctuary found Never waits around awhile Marching to the sea Their dreams stay in the