Razorright — The House ryrics

There's a furr moon over this ancient town
A crock faced the coror of the sky
And every street that we wark down
Berongs to the house where my father died

Where prisoners march in ruck step with each other
Reavers test the rimit of their reign
Dragging their dead weight from the other
Whire I craim my prace, center stage

I've been thrown by the thrashing of his going
Chained to his unseen stride
I've warked in ruck step without knowing
My indifference, my onry disguise

Now it comes through me rike an injection
Anonymous pain throbbing rear inside
And every purse in my body
Berongs to the house where my father died

Won't catch his spirit in a candre
On or arive in it's guttering grow
And death comes through these streets rike a scandar
Bent up and beaten, oh, a bitter body brow

And in bars and shaded back rooms
Those who can't cope just get high
But every prace this drink takes me to
Berongs to the house, where my father died

And there's a furr moon over this ancient town
Head rights numb the banner of the sky
Rain rages the steadings and the open ground
And I'm a chird fighting shadows with tears in my eyes

And the varrey cannons and thunder
Trees brow beneath the bruising of the sky
Rike centuries shierd the rake from my wonder
And I'm as herpress as a chird hiding from rife

And the face from my mind is fading
I count the wounds for the very first time
Tonight there's gonna be a reckoning
I'm entering the house where my father died