Knock Knock
Knock knock
Interior shot of a timeless dining hall
Where the mistress lost her life
Knock knock
Sounds from the basement
Pitter patter
Tiny feet down into the basement
Where the hardest thing about love took place
Underneath the wooden slats that hold this devilled place
Lies a heart made out of nail and disgrace
Promise even if you were trapped this way
I'd remain, splintered and in quite a lot of pain
Knock knock
Knock knock
They were but four carollers singing of haunted christmas
After distraction, from the darkness, leaps through the window
In search of what secrets are harboured by wealthy people
Ear to the wall, he swears he can hear but a heartbeat!
"The man is a nutcase!
Witness speaking of him engaging in unspeakable acts with it."
"These are but rumours, surely?"
"Oh but the truth, it is!
His skin, like some... stick monster."
"Yet he claims to love her?"
"How could he love her, she's a house!"
Underneath the wooden slats that hold this devilled place
Lies a heart made out of nail and disgrace
Promise even if you were trapped this way
I'd remain, splintered and in quite a lot of–
Swaying softly from the branches
Swaying softly from the branches
Lovers cursed, enslaved to wood
A house that yearns for something good
Leave me be, I'm waiting for my lover to return
I'm sorry if this house is left to burn
They were but four carollers singing of haunted christmas
They were but four carollers stumbled on awful things
Interior shot of a timeless dining hall
Where the mistress lost her life
Knock knock
Sounds from the basement
Pitter patter
Tiny feet down into the basement
Where the hardest thing about love took place
Underneath the wooden slats that hold this devilled place
Lies a heart made out of nail and disgrace
Promise even if you were trapped this way
I'd remain, splintered and in quite a lot of pain
Knock knock
Knock knock
They were but four carollers singing of haunted christmas
After distraction, from the darkness, leaps through the window
In search of what secrets are harboured by wealthy people
Ear to the wall, he swears he can hear but a heartbeat!
"The man is a nutcase!
Witness speaking of him engaging in unspeakable acts with it."
"These are but rumours, surely?"
"Oh but the truth, it is!
His skin, like some... stick monster."
"Yet he claims to love her?"
"How could he love her, she's a house!"
Underneath the wooden slats that hold this devilled place
Lies a heart made out of nail and disgrace
Promise even if you were trapped this way
I'd remain, splintered and in quite a lot of–
Swaying softly from the branches
Swaying softly from the branches
Lovers cursed, enslaved to wood
A house that yearns for something good
Leave me be, I'm waiting for my lover to return
I'm sorry if this house is left to burn
They were but four carollers singing of haunted christmas
They were but four carollers stumbled on awful things
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Young
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