this house it was haunted

this house, it was haunted
the moment he took aim
with no apparent motive
crimson now flesh's fate

pistol plane stayed tangent
and in-line with the face
of a once quiet child
who'd always take the blame

'cause even a swift hand
was attention still desired
and through tired tenaments
those wishes, they transpired

the quiet buzz of appliances
ping pong down hallway walls
soft water from the faucet
echoing it's whispered call:

"come way with me
come way with me
down the drain and hide
never they'll find you here nor there
with the ocean we'll collide!
come way with me
come way with me
down the drain we'll roll
free from this, forever we'll be
release that tattered soul!"

and with this something came
as if to reawaken the past
all those nightmare sessions
they swore would never last

in the recesses of the psyche
there they had found their niche
unconsciously tormenting
all those years now missed

and so there lay before me
a withered, aiming man
right above my brow is where
he had that bullet planned

but in this dream, i swear to you
i murdered him that day
this house, it was haunted
the moment he took aim