Suicide Barn

There's a noose that hangs loose if you go to the barn
Around the corner of the church where the school bus used to park
Hung a man, twisted head, full of people he made dead
And they say his remains are behind in the shed
There's a history there, long and full of terror
That the news once covered full of victims of fear
And the houses tore down Ed Gein would be proud
Of the things that were done to make screams so loud

And the thoughts that came loose full of things you would do
Pure torture, impalement, slasher films starring you
And the roses in my bed that died in the end
Id rather go to the barn than relive what happened, I can't forget

I am cold so I'll drink to get my blood flowing warm
And the things that I think can disappear until dawn
But I'm here and it's now and there's no time to go back
Cause you can't go both ways on a one way track
And the curses left there trapped in Age old souvenirs
I'm with them on the shelf uncertainty and despair
Now it's time to head in and begin the ritual
With your brothers in robes reality is spiritual

And the thoughts that came loose full of things you would do
Pure torture, impalement, slasher films starring you
And the roses in my bed that died in the end
Id rather go to the barn than relive what happened
I was dead in your head just like every other subject
And there's nothing we could do to ever make amends
Above all I took the fall that went down for a while
And after all that you still want to reconcile, full of denial