Once you leave home you can never come back
for the doors and the walls are coated in black
the rooms shriek too see a familiar face
burnt out stories easy to trace
the floors wheeze in darkness
the dust still a breeze
crank up the heating
but your heart will still freeze
the windows are dirty
the spot will not out
and the curtains are stained
with acquainted doubt
the voices you hear
are not from the dead
and as much as you know them
they drown you with dread
so its true when they say you can never come home
the house is the same, but you are unknown
dont return to the place you ran from before
the deamons still linger behind every door
