Haunted Houses

Chorus Hate in my home. When the sun is shining on me There's hate in my hope. When the sun is crying on me You can sleep tonight Sleep in the haunted house I see the dead and I dream of the living, dream of the living You can weep tonight, lay a wreath on humankind, I've seen them All, and I leave for the living The living x3 Chorus Hate in my home. When the sun is shining on me There's hate in my hope. When the sun is crying on me I dare you once again, boiling watеr to the brim, all on a whim There is no lanе to win in You have time to pretend, that you are what you can't forget Too little time, to outlive the dimming How, how can you do good? Heart in a hood? Air doesn't help Waterboard myself. Pretend that you are what you're like from Afar. It is that absurd, chewing on word after word, after word After word