Wicked Little Hellhouse Video (MV)

Technicolor shadows flash
Across a tinted, painted broken glass
And they ask, where does the crimson brick road lead
And they ask what does the watcher's eye not see

You see it sparkling back from the void in the well
And hear it echoing back faster than you can yell
And you can feel the hairs on the ridge of your spine
And you can taste the madness as it enters your mind

It's a wicked little hell house
It's a theme park of the darkest kind
It's a haunted roller coaster
Such horrors await step up, come inside

Fingernails bitten down to pink
As a cold wind chills white knuckled hands
Pupils wide as the midnight moon
Dry throat swallows hard at the ticket stand you see it sparkling back from the void in the well
And hear it echoing back faster than you can yell
And you can feel the hairs on the ridge of your spine
And you can taste the madness as it enters your mind

It's a wicked little hell house
It's a theme park of the darkest kind
It's a haunted roller coaster
Such horrors await step up, come inside

Time is frozen on the clock on the wall
And the letters crude and scribbled spell out "it's too late"
Try as you may, you'll come circling back
Cause in this little house of wonders there is no escape

It's a wicked little hell house
It's a theme park of the darkest kind
It's a haunted roller coaster
Such horrors await step up, come inside