Some of them say that none of it's safe
Some of it's cold, and some of it's ghosts
None of it thaws, some of them claw
Scratched is the door
And drenched is the floor
Some of it takes, and some of it's fake
Sometimes all the walls bleed like they've been mauled
Outside with the rain, now howls the wind
Like ghouls in a storm
No souls anymore
And no one ever seems to know
Why that God-forsaken place
Has opened up to Hell and rose
All the dead from peaceful graves
There's something in the way they cry
I figure, rotting painfully
That makes me pray for harder rain
To drown them all eventually
Hold on, the fire and lake
What is the game, and how do you play?
I bled red, so damn red that the priests left
Hours and hours spent on the bloodshed
Oh no, now eating crow
Why does everybody spend every single night cold?
I don't know
And no one ever seems to know
Why that God-forsaken place
Has opened up to Hell and rose
All the dead from peaceful graves
There's something in the way they cry
I figure, rotting painfully
That makes me pray for harder rain
To drown them all eventually