Stranger Than Fiction - Something Like Home

Empty foot pressed halls
Descendants stain the walls
Carpets swirled in masses
Worn out, worn out glasses

And there are hours, hours
Stairs are the towers, towers
Our future is written, written
Jack is now hidden

Running through the maze
Father's in a daze
Don't disturb his working
For mother may be lurking

And there are hours, hours
Stairs are the towers, towers
Our future is written, written
Jack is not hidden

We must run
We cannot be one
Between hell and heaven
Two thirty-seven

Revenge
Dead-end
Redrum
Here I come

Written by:
Madi Duncan

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