House Organ
Paul Waggoner, Tommy Giles Rogers
This frame it does nothing to soothe
Thoughts of worst case seep through its fiber
This frame ignites every step
Engulf the shadows it creates
Smash, ignite
Destroy the creeping eyes
Hang the rope
Destroy this weakened frame
Two eyes lock onto my pulse
Love comes crashing on my conscience
Change my focus, lift my spirit, boy
Change my focus, you are my spirit, boy
The crimson Moon shines down
Shines down
Shines down
(Shines down)
Hold your tongue, let me speak
(Shines down)
There's more to this than it may seem
(Shines down)
Hold your tongue, let me speak
(Shines down)
There's more to this than it may seem
(Shines down)
Hold your tongue, let me speak
(Shines down)
There's more to this than it may seem