Stood in the face of the 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
Where even angels die in arms of demons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in 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
Where even angels die in arms of demons
This is the house of death
Where even angels die in arms of demons
No one is exempt from the odds of even