Day 3

Stare in the face of the grim death Screaming monsters bring me to deafness My dagger and swagger are useless in the faze of the mirror When the mirror is made of my face

This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms of daemons This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms from a daemon

Hide yo heart in yo gut But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrow On death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown

This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms of daemons This is the house of death Where even angels die in arms from a daemon No-one is exempt from the odds of even No-one is exempt from the odds of even No-one is exempt from the odds of even No-one is exempt from the odds of even