George Moshington

House of Hell

George Moshington


heartless, this well of souls is black and bottomless 
i feel my blood boil over 
emotionless and cold, it keeps pushing me 
seeing red until i finally reach my... 
THRESHOLD 
i feel nothing, sweet embrace of pain 
rites of passage, only scars remain 
you own me now, mind a vessel for your will 
in this house of hell, inside my mind is screaming 
here and there, bought and sold 
you left my feelings cold 
in this house of hell - the blood is raining down 
it's raining down 
in this house of hell