Fingers blistered from the nightly scratching at the
window which won't open far enough to let air in.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
Feral cats are screaming at the clouds beneath the
window with the crask so small that nothing gets
within.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely,
You might as well give in.
Telephones are howling at the cats out in the alley
and the window offers nothing in the din.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
Clouds uncage the car alarms to chase the cats and
telephones.
Fingers rake and rasp away themr skin.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
You don't have to be alone to be lonely,
You might as well give in.
Yeah you don't have to be alone to be lonely,
You might as well give in.
Ice age upon catastrophic ice age of selection and
only one result has trickled in…
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
If evil were a lesser breed then justice after all
these years the righteous would have freed the world
of sin.
The house wins.
Oh the house always wins.
You don't hav to be alone to be lonely
You might as well give in.
You don't have to be sick to be dying
You might as well give in.
You don't have to have lost to be lost.
Oh give in.
You don't have to be alone to be lonenly
You might as well give in.
Composição: Damian Kulash, Jr..
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