Old House

Recorded at DB Audio, São José dos Pinhais, PR, Brasil.
Date: February, 2007.
A pain that won’t walk away
Pushed to the bound
Remember how it used to be
So diffuse here down
Scars and wounds around
Cover myself to stay. You BET!!!
A crowd of four you stay
Your sadness your misery
Yours prays seems to fail
New house in my head
Old house in my head
Old house?
What a hell.
I try to stay, but they drag me down
Do not know why, I cannot stand
They look like dead; they show up in my dreams
There is sound of broken glass
Wind and fire crawling down
Can I fell this or not?
A crowd of four you stay
Your sadness your misery
Yours prays seems to fail
New house in my head
Old house in my head
Old house?
What a hell.
My friends
Are you in home?
Ghosts
Are you my soul?
Are you real? Or just on my head
Death
Got to find it
Ghosts
Am I myself?
My friends
Are you in home?
Ghosts
Are you my soul?
Are you real? Or just on my head
They look like dead; they show up in my dreams
There is sound of broken glass
Wind and fire crawling down
Can I fell this or not?
A crowd of four you stay
Your sadness your misery
Yours prays seems to fail
New house in my head
Old house in my head
Old house?
What a hell.