.House is empty windows are broken
Flames are shootin' out my mouth
Trains rollin' down a derailed path
Night air is cold, looks pitch black
Hands on
Hands on the clock, now reach twelve
Hands on
I'm unsettled, and stained as hell
Dirthouse appears in shape and form
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