The killing thing
This nameless, faceless thing
It's torn off
The padlocks
It's something you can't stop
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's in your house
The horror machine
Distorted, butchered thing
It's still here
It's patient
You just don't notice it
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's in your house
So, cover the mirrors
And pull the curtains
Cover your ears
And shut your eyes, again
Oh, it won't find you
When the light's out
'Cause it can't search
For what it's found
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's in your house
It's tearing skin
Pulled limb from limb
The things within
Lay open
A chilling howl
It's too late, now
A dreadful sound
Is crying out