Stood in the face of
grim death screaming
Monsters bring me to deafness
My dagger and swagger are
useless in the face of the mirror
when the mirror is made of my face
This is the House of Death
Even Angels die
in the arms of demons
This is the House of Death
Even angels die
in the arms of Demons
Hide your heart in your gut
but for what
When they're waiting to pull
you apart like a scarecrow on death row
so now all of your secrets are shown
This is the House of Death
Even Angels die
in the arms of demons
This is the House of Death
Even angels die
in the arms of Demons
No one is exempt from
the odds of even
No one is exempt from
the odds of even
No one is exempt from
the odds of even
No one is exempt from
the odds of even
No one is exempt from
the odds of even