The house that wind, and time tear down  
Watch the stories fall down
It changes every time we come around
Echos
Rich dirt buried our memories
We were once  the seed
were we once laid down
little toys for something sweet
and then beaten down to her knees
Invoke the spirit onto this place
Running in just to run away
Beauty hidden in a shattered display
This hole were the stoners play
Casa Dela Morte
The farmers dark secret is crippling
the sadness left by the offspring
Dancing with your ***** doll
Every structure soon will fall
Bringing out your demons within
Question this was created from what sin

Farmers shattered dark secret demons question crippling sin
Invoke sweet toys. Rich dirt seed laid down. Echos every time we come around. memories sadness left by offspring. Every structure soon will fall. ****** to death against the wall.

The shadows dance to distract from malevolent beast.
To think  this place is no more
The'll be No more morbid rituals and stoner feast.

The house that wind, and time tear down  
Watch the stories fall down
It changes every time we come around
Echos