the house is vacant
there is no one inside
the wind whistles through the windows
rats are braver, they don't hide
the mouth of the door is wide open
exposing broken teeth to the world
even ghosts have left this sepulcher
an empty shell filled with memories
there used to be sunlight here once
when the world was young and colors bright
but now it's all monochrome
every day is colored with the brush of night
and here sits a skull
with a clock stamped into its third eye
that stopped ticking
a long fucking time ago
there is no one inside
the wind whistles through the windows
rats are braver, they don't hide
the mouth of the door is wide open
exposing broken teeth to the world
even ghosts have left this sepulcher
an empty shell filled with memories
there used to be sunlight here once
when the world was young and colors bright
but now it's all monochrome
every day is colored with the brush of night
and here sits a skull
with a clock stamped into its third eye
that stopped ticking
a long fucking time ago