The day after the storm I didnt leave the house at all They assumed from the lack of prints in the snow That I had been away for some time But I was upstairs And I couldn't hear them With my headphones on, recording a song They broke my windows And walked inside, beneath me as I played on Unaware of what was going on As my song began to fade I heard whispering and then I couldn't breath They were walking up the stairs Towards me as I looked for somthing to try and scare them away And I couldn't find shit So I grabbed my bass guitar by the neck and held it above me And hid by the top of the stairs and thats where I was found 5 days after I hit the ground