There's a haunted house at the top of a mountain
Has a cobblestone fountain filled with blood
The bones of our friends who have met their end
Lay at the entrance together in the mud
The house calls for war
We can't just ignore
It's tasted flesh, it wants more
The house won't spare the gore
As our bodies hit the floor
The house wants more
The house calls for a sacrifice
And if we want to survive
It must be met by midnight
I advise to you to close your eyes
You don't want to know, know
Who the house chose
You don't want to see your son and daughter's
Head on the porch for show
The angels cry as the end draws nigh
The house up high calls for me to die
The house wants more
In the yard with my name on it lays a hammock
The house has a bottomless pit for a stomach
It doesn't know where to end
The trees from which the hammock suspends
Are leaning in
My journey to the end is paused for a second
It's Ed, my best friend
He asks where I'm headed
I know it's best to lie
I don't think I can say goodbye
My brain says I'm just heading home
But my heart yells at him
I don't want to die
We don't choose who the house picks
The house doesn't choose who the house picks
It's sick, the house doesn't even choose
If the house picks anyone
So why is there even a selection?