This house doesn't feel like home, when the ghosts of the past walk through these halls. Just a part of the syndrome. Skeletons so lost hid in the walls. I don't run cause I can't escape, every time they call my name. Let down, dragged out in the pouring rain, left to drown, left to drown. I see it on their face. With every promise you have broken, another crack forms in the foundation. Maybe they'll hear us screaming from our lungs. Maybe they'll see us standing in our graves, fighting through our pain. Awake in an empty tomb, floating echoes reside that we're left by you. Living life in a circle. I feel you here, you're the toxin in this room. I can't run, I can't escape. Until the day that you're erased. Flesh of Your flesh, blood of Your blood, can nothing, no one, teach them to love? They may be forgotten, but I won't forget the hate that you left, the unpayable debt. With each passing moment the fire consumes. Your pride will bury you. Take a look at what you left behind.