Victorian House

I got this house by inheritance
Old-fashioned, decent and Victorian
And the rumors flied
Someone had died
In this house in October
Reputation of a monster
But I have come with good intentions
This house needs the renovation

New blood should be drawn through its veins
Blush should be done on its face
Bought for its walls scarlet paint
And silver one for the gates

I got this house by inheritance
It doesn't seem I'm the only inhabitant
And I've been having vivid nightmares
Hands of a house choked me in silence
Why do I even seem so pale
Like there's no blood left in my veins?
Have I gone insane
At this haunted place?

Oh-no, house is cursed, it's not saint
Poisonous and scarlet paint
Made its way to my brain
I fell down the creaky stairs
Shadows of these old hallways
Drawn through my own empty veins
I wish I could feel the pain
Even if I go insane

To the sounds of the organ I used to eat
To the sounds of the storm I used to sleep
Yeah, I truly believed the house was haunted
But it turned out I was the one who was dead

To the sounds of the organ I used to eat
To the sounds of the storm I used to sleep
Yeah, I truly believed the house was haunted
But it turned out I was the one who was dead