This dead situation is getting even more grim
These floorboards are pussing up with blood
The ghost in the closet keeps opening it up
I beg for some solitude from the faces that's not there

So sit here and ignore all the problems in this house has
Like my cries for help that goes on death's ear
It was my life that got sacrificed for your love
I'm more like my father than I want to be

I swear there's a curse on my last name
Anyone with it is doomed to die alone
The closet still doesn't shut I think I'll just keep it open anyway
Because a year and 11 months isn't that far away