I am a death house haunted mirror
 Acerbic heart ain't nothing pure in here
 I keep the memories of a broken you
 Sing sing the stories of a fractured few

 I believe I will open up
 For all my rage will [bad word] undone
 Sing Sing Death House!

 I am agnostic but I hang on a cross
 Faithless saintless my sin stabs
 I wear the crown of oblivion [bad word] and aching void watch my sun burn out

 I am a death house haunted mirror
 Acerbic heart ain't nothing pure in here
 You close the door I sing pleading
 Save me before you leave you're leaving

 Haha, [bad word] it.