Texty: Centurions Ghost. The Great Work. Bedbound (In The House Of Doom).

In the house
The walls are filled with stark reminders
Stains of glories old
Aspirations die
Blown away like dust
They settled for too long
Through the grief I feel I must be strong

I understand why you run and you hide, because I am the night

Doors slam that I thought were locked
Driven insane by the tick of the clock
I find a man that I must assume
As I'm bed bound in the house of doom

They scream my name
I'm hearing things again
The solitary silence marks a breakdown
I fell in my brain
Objects come alive
Point the finger, ask the question
Am I in control?
Or is this just a self-conscious suggestion

I understand why you run and you hide, because I am the night

Doors slam that I thought were locked
Driven insane by the tick of the clock
I find a man that I must assume
As I'm bed bound in the house of doom