Lyrics

Just an old house on a odd street in a neighborhood
Just a cold pipe in the basement. Wouldn't take look
Just a broken set of speakers. Something out of place
Just a candle burning slowly near a picture frame
Just a shadow. Just the AC. You're just paranoid
Now don't worry what it might be. It's just understood

That all we're told is all there is

So don't get careless. It's a deamon. Not a game of cards
Always restless. Always eager to inherit scars
Just an old house on a odd street. Don't go in the woods
Just a cold pipe in the basement. Wouldn't take look

There's no way out. There is no place to go
So what's the harm in taking a look

You're taking the road down to all that you can't return
You're taking the road down to all that you can't return
Instead of avoiding your daemons you feed the worst
Instead of avoiding your daemons you pray for more