Текст песни
Is there a haunted house?
Is there a closet full of skeletons, vintage CDs, tarantulas, and hidden marks?
Is there a glowworm light
That shines inside a black square box which had our souls
But it’s just freed your own, you better run.
The dark hopelessness
Some dumb drama-queen
A vain mental mess that knocked out demons shod-a clean
Like fighting non-stop
Against my flashbacks
And coughing up blood conveyed by post-traumatic stress
Electric rosettes
Chancellery bombs
'Djarum’ cigarettes are putting my pulse on the pause
Heartbreaking love letters
Are covered in puke
They’re brought by slave sellers
…or maybe by you?
Is there a haunted house?
Is there a closet full of skeletons, vintage CDs, tarantulas, and hidden marks?
Is there a glowworm light
That shines inside a black square box which had our souls
But it’s just freed your own, you better run.
Uncommon nightmares
And deadly dry grass
Bring levels of stress that’s copying mood of the prison bus
Tom York’s on repeat
Protest flags ripped down
Now please take your seat cause you won’t make it out of town
Electric rosettes
Chancellery bombs
'Ice Boost’ cigarettes are putting my pulse on the pause
Atrocious hate letter
Is covered in puke
It’s brought by some fella
Oh, wait, wait, that was definitely you, right?
Is there a haunted house?
Is there a closet full of skeletons, vintage CDs, tarantulas, and hidden marks?
Is there a glowworm light
That shines inside a black square box which had our souls
But it’s just freed your own, you better run.
Is there a haunted house? (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-house)
Is there a closet full of skeletons, vintage CDs, tarantulas, and hidden marks?
Is there a glowworm light (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
That shines inside a black square box which had our souls
But it’s just freed your own, you better run. (oh, you better run)
