Toothgrinder - The House (That Fear Built)

Look at the fucking time, as it’s ticking by inside and outside of my life
Never mind the line, it’s a false sublime, it’s a fear that I cannot 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 x16

For

Forget

Forget the hours spent
The overwhelming arguments and pestilence, beyond repressed
A mother's 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 cannot 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 malicious plight
(My queen bee?)
I stole the light from the blind
(Will it be?)
I feel contrite, I’m grafting oak and pine
(Jubilee)

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 father's 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 malicious plight
(My queen bee?)
I stole the light from the blind
(Will it be?)
I feel contrite, I’m grafting oak and pine
(Jubilee)

Will it be?
My queen bee?
What will it be?
Jubilee

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