All alone at last
Years roll by so fast
Twisted and insane
The house you built
No longer the same

Once you're there
Once you're there
You [bad word] back
Nothing lives
Nothing grows
Inside the dead meadow

Months keep rolling by

ghosts inside your head
we choose our paths
when all is done and said

Once you're there
Once you're there
You [bad word] back
Nothing lives
Nothing grows