Blood-trained hound
Flood-drained house
Rustless crown found
Stern, worn face
Heard, scorn, chase
First to vacate
I'm crawling across the boards, obeying with all my force
You don't wanna hear a sound
We're merely a whisper now oo
Floor: thin glass
Sore skin, tracks
Moral sin tax
I wish I could aid your rest
Or turn on your tv set
You know that we lack control
Your temper's a roofless groan
It's starting to bring me down
The tone of this elder town
'Cause I'm only a step away
How dare you deny me play oo