Carved Cavities

This house is a window on my family's decay
A crumbling epitaph erected by myself
In the memory of what lies inside the empty rooms
A mere reflection of our depravity

I still remember the days I've spent in my sister's faded ruins
The traces of her passage are binded by these wall
The self-inflicted poison running through her veins
She carved a personal prison where she locked herself

She sells and resells every little piece of her materiality
Rotten by the flames of distress
I couldn't measure the magnitude
Of her mental injury

Too young to take responsibility for my mother's defeat
My father put a veil before his eyes and ran away

Leaving my mother to take charge of our dissociation
We've been living in our rat caves
And when she was seeking for an ear
She found herself standing before the closed window
The echoes
The echoes of her call collide
It collides against our indifference
Our indifference

This house is a window on my family's decay
A crumbling epitaph erected by myself
In the memory of what lies inside the empty rooms
A mere reflection of our depravity