House of the Dead

Boxes piled high
At the house of the dead
Full of anxious memories
That burrow into your head

The corners all need cleaning
Thoughts swept away now found
The dead trail in the dirt
As they march into the ground

They leave us here with nothing
But the stink upon their things
Lashing out with dying gasps
Pulling down with tightening strings

Boxes piled high
At the house of the dead
Full of anxious memories
That burrow into your head

They leave us lonely, are they lonely too?
They leave us lonely, are they lonely too?
They leave us lonely, are they lonely too?
They leave us lonely, are they lonely too?



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Hurst-kehus
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