Was it you that transformed us?
Into walking death, living corpses
Demon House, Demon House
Was it you that sentenced us?
Into darkness so deep, an endless course
Demon House, Demon House
Brother, sister
Mother, father
First born son
Your curse
Every moon
There's a new wound
Birthed from your womb
Your curse infiltrates us
We sleep in blankets of curses
Choking on the air of feeling worthless
Carving our headstones, with each passing day
Digging our graves, because that's what you say
Resting in beds of coals
Bathing in your cesspools
Under you caving walls
Waking to a field of fire
Burn out infected pores
Dying on sacred grounds
Your curse infiltrates us
The pressure's become permanent
Engulfing our every move
Distorting moments of peace
Your curse become us
Cut off our limbs
Felt from within
Was it you that transformed us?
Into walking death, living corpses
Demon House, Demon House
Was it you that sentenced us?
Into darkness so deep, an endless course
You accepted us when we were orphans on the street
You gave us that sense of 'normal' in times of defeat
Day-by-day times grew harder
Growing vines covered our hope
You grew, leaving us like a plant in the shadows as we sought the sunlight
Your hands felt the hope slip through our bodies
Ghosts haunt your halls and spirits crawl through your walls
Your cut our limbs
And you knock our knees
We tried to be brave, but in this house we won't be saved
You were to be my comfort
You were to make us family
You were to show us love
You were supposed to be my home
Fostering the seed of our family tree
Enriching the soil with the blood we bleed