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The House The house is dead life, I feel it breathing. They say when you die, You inherit creeping things And I got Gnats flyin all over my damn house, Bitin my **** skin when I sleep! Im done with this dead house, And it will never become a home. I work 10 to 12 hours bendin my fingers to the bone, Sometimes I wanna tell everybody to let me the **** alone But i can't do that, I feel too alone when im afraid, And on the real i dont want this feelin to escalate Cause I feel anything is possible When she can make it happen but--- "You keep saying those words like, You hate me!" -LSD And I know you tired of my silly *** actions babe! I know I'm in trouble but dont remind me, I will repent, And the hypocrite inside me will be gone away, But how long will you stay? I stay afraid of my own shadow in bed, And sometimes, It feels like, Fear lies in the darkness of my dreams, And I toss and turn and feel the burn of your laughter when I'm defeated. Welcome to the real world, Love, This House is not a home and will never be. So you can play the wife or the enemy, My deepest thoughts are not a friend of me, But it keeps coming out that, My lover is no longer a friend of me, But what should I believe? Do I owe you my life? Or do I owe life my debt? You can say, "Eric, I'm done..." And I'll say, "Nah you ain't done yet." We got a lot to do, A lot to move on with, So I can't give you up to Anybody, But even Anybody can become A person if you really believe You done with... Me. **** I was supposed to be talking 'bout how the back of my house is leaning, And the door keeps scratching the floor when I come in. But the feelings of Worthlessness keep rushing in And I can't move when I See you... Yet, you're always falling for my traps and tricks, You're the only woman I never seem to have a problem with- Until now, But only cause I did it to myself, Eric Williams is fine, Dont really need nobody else, right? Wrong, The House, No, THIS HOUSE Just became a song, And I await the day for all of my dead demons to prove me wrong. Sing the song of a long lifestyle Thats been sung all wrong, Say to me that you'll love me, And then be it all wrong. This house is not a home, Yeah, it's always been wrong. ABC Spirits just **** my spirits, My heart is calling, but I can't hear it. My demon chasing me the whole time, But I don't fear it. The House.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
The House
The House The house is dead life, I feel it breathing. They say when you die, You inherit creeping things And I got Gnats flyin all over my damn house, Bitin my **** skin when I sleep! Im done with this dead house, And it will never become a home. I work 10 to 12 hours bendin my fingers to the bone, Sometimes I wanna tell everybody to let me the **** alone But i can't do that, I feel too alone when im afraid, And on the real i dont want this feelin to escalate Cause I feel anything is possible When she can make it happen but--- "You keep saying those words like, You hate me!" -LSD And I know you tired of my silly *** actions babe! I know I'm in trouble but dont remind me, I will repent, And the hypocrite inside me will be gone away, But how long will you stay? I stay afraid of my own shadow in bed, And sometimes, It feels like, Fear lies in the darkness of my dreams, And I toss and turn and feel the burn of your laughter when I'm defeated. Welcome to the real world, Love, This House is not a home and will never be. So you can play the wife or the enemy, My deepest thoughts are not a friend of me, But it keeps coming out that, My lover is no longer a friend of me, But what should I believe? Do I owe you my life? Or do I owe life my debt? You can say, "Eric, I'm done..." And I'll say, "Nah you ain't done yet." We got a lot to do, A lot to move on with, So I can't give you up to Anybody, But even Anybody can become A person if you really believe You done with... Me. **** I was supposed to be talking 'bout how the back of my house is leaning, And the door keeps scratching the floor when I come in. But the feelings of Worthlessness keep rushing in And I can't move when I See you... Yet, you're always falling for my traps and tricks, You're the only woman I never seem to have a problem with- Until now, But only cause I did it to myself, Eric Williams is fine, Dont really need nobody else, right? Wrong, The House, No, THIS HOUSE Just became a song, And I await the day for all of my dead demons to prove me wrong. Sing the song of a long lifestyle Thats been sung all wrong, Say to me that you'll love me, And then be it all wrong. This house is not a home, Yeah, it's always been wrong. ABC Spirits just **** my spirits, My heart is calling, but I can't hear it. My demon chasing me the whole time, But I don't fear it. The House.
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Ragebloom
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
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