Skeletons in the closet,
Monsters in the attic,
Demons in the basement

A building meant to be a home, but a
haunted house is it replacement...

Fact or fiction is my contradiction
Hiding black truths, finding white lies
Living in these four walls in fright

Scared of what the truth might reveal,
Shadows of secrets are concealed...

A family based on fables was built,
A fairy-tale full of guilt,
A glass house made up of broken promises and shattered will

Piece of shards cut deep and pain is all I feel
It is the only emotion I know is real, besides fear...

Everything else is thrown behind locked doors
or trapped behind sheet rock and sealed
Emotionless is like an invisible force field

Shaded by hidden truths,
Jaded by what's missing and what's loose...

Which is family ties,
Bonded by a shadow of lies,
At this home, when darkness falls there is no light

The people under the stairs telling me "it is better to be blind,"
"Looking for the truth through a secret window, I still will see a lie"...

I have to stop being a pumpkin head
and accept the fact I am dealing with a family affair
and belong to the house of the dead

What lies beneath the truth is a child spawned from someone who is blessed
A seed from someone who molest...

Born with a gift and a curse at the village of the damned
Secret revealed, so welcome to the last house on the left
located on Haunted Hill...