The House of Mourning

Whichever way I fly is Hell
For I myself am Hell
And in the deepest well you'll find
Always a deeper well
A Boy takes stock of all he's got
Wise Men, all we've destroyed
Join me in The House of Mourning
And run run run run run from The House of Joy

I rip my garments every day
Drape veils over my mirrors
I have no cushions on my chairs
It's been that way for years
There's always more to mourn, my boy
And Joy still to avoid

Join me in The House of Mourning
And run run run run run from The House of Joy

Your father mourned his father
You must mourn your father, too
From the seat where he once sat
When he once sat with you
The suffering of Man shall be
The destiny of Boy

Join me in The House of Mourning
And run run run run run
Run run run run run from The House of Joy



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony William Wallace, Benjamin Hackman
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