The House (That Fear Built)

Look at fucking time, as it’s ticking by inside and outside of my life.
Never mind the line it’s a falling crime,it’s a fear that I can not shake.
I can’t take this house, the stench of cud and stout.
Shut the door and leave this shit, all of it.
Now welcome to the masquerade.
(Sing to the tune of the insane asylum)
Forget the hours spent, the overwhelming arguments and pestilence,
beyond repressed.
A mothers touch, is it creed or crutch?
So please don’t fail me now.
This is my perfect Hell.
Like a needle, this place is diseased.
Fucking cowards, they prey on the weak.
I know your kind, and your fucking with the wrong mind.
One last conquest before I say goodbye.
Hear what I just said?
Filtered through the red, inside and outside of my life?
Never mind the crimes, it’s a fucking lie,
it’s a fear that I can not shake.
Let’s get back to basics, dreams are fractured knee caps.
They will buckle right under your skin.
Now I’m wallowing in the broken light,
it’s neither lime, blue, violet or red.
I’m not a ghost, nor a saint, I’m a runaway train
and now I’m running right over your head.
Running right over your head until the bitter fall.
Let it pulse until the ready set… What will it be?
(Will it be? My queen bee? Will it be…Jubilee?)
My malicious plight. I stole the light from the blind.
I feel contrite. I’m grafting oak and pine.
My malicious plight. I’m holding stone and vine.
I feel contrite. I’m grafting oak and pine.
What will it be, what will it be, sweetie?
What will it be, what will it be, queen bee?
What will it be, what will it be, sweet pea?
What will it be, what will it be my jubilee?
Forget the hours spent, the overwhelming arguments and pestilence,
beyond repressed.
A fathers touch, is it free or fucked? So please don’t fail me now.
This is my perfect Hell.
And only time will tell.
Now hear the rebel yell.

(Will it be? My queen bee? Will it be…Jubilee?)
My malicious plight. I stole the light from the blind. I feel contrite.
I’m grafting oak and pine.
I got a locket, it’s hanging from my bed.
You’re the sun, the one I always had.
I got a locket, it’s hanging from my bed.
You’re the love, the love I always had.
I got a locket and it’s hanging from my bed.