YEAH, SHE GOT A CORPSE UNDER THE BED

SHE HAD HER FUN BUT NOW HE'S DEAD

HER MOMMA SAID "COME FEED DESIRE"

HER BROTHER SAID "HEY, THROW HIM ON THE FIRE"


THIS IS THE HOUSE~COME ON IN
THIS IS THE HOUSE~BUILT ON SIN
THIS IS THE HOUSE~NOBODY LIVES
THIS IS THE HOUSE~YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE
~yeah

CUT THE FLESH AND MAKE IT BLEED

FRESH SKIN IS WHAT I NEED

I LET IT DRY OUT IN THE WOOD

ALL YOUR CRYING---DID---NO---GOOD


THIS IS THE HOUSE~COME ON IN
THIS IS THE HOUSE~BUILT ON SIN
THIS IS THE HOUSE~NOBODY LIVES
THIS IS THE HOUSE~YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE
~yeah

NOW YOU'RE LYING ON THE FLOOR

YEAH, YOU CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE

THE DEVIL'S LAUGHING IN YOUR FACE

C'MON GIVE ME ANOTHER TASTE, YEAH


THIS IS THE HOUSE~COME ON IN
THIS IS THE HOUSE~BUILT ON SIN
THIS IS THE HOUSE~NOBODY LIVES
THIS IS THE HOUSE~YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE
~yeah
(c) Rob Zombie

These lyrics describe what you will find,
if you decide to enter the doors below.

I think, this is the only REAL time on this
site, that I'll allow a glimpse into that
dark side of me, that has an appreciation
for the morbid.

But then..will you say "He's sick"
or am I only sick for rubbing your nose
into things and places that truly EXIST in your
world...Manson...Gacey...etc.

Is it sick, to wonder....
If you had some special sight, to see the hidden,
the stain, the spiritual fingerprints,
left in places where atrocities hide.
If you could would you look?

Am I sick for inviting you?

...Or, are you sick, for continuing?

EnteR

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