Rooms that scream their silent screams
Walls painted with blood
Here is nothing what it seems
Here is nothing good

The lights are strong, they burn your eyes
Like memories burn them
This house is living it’s own life
And no one’s here to blame

The creaks from doors are filled with lies
And all those crazy feelings
Creep inside our brains like flies
And faces in the ceiling

And when this night is dead and gone
This I shall remember;
Danger leaves in early morn
But returns in late December