Rotting Floorboards

From the outside, looking in A mansion made mostly of bad bones and skin In the blink of an eye twilight turns to midnight And before you can object you find you're being led in Welcome home to this ghostly abode Where the cold cuts through and the night takes hold We've never known a thing without the darkness within So you might as well surrender carefully step in Rotting floorboards creak underneath your feet Walking slow toward another doorway Disregard moldy stenches if you breathe too deep When stopping and smelling revolting bouquets Somehow trapped in empty vases Eternally Immortally imprisoned to the power Of the house we're dwelling in Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Centuries pass at the drop of a hat Your coat full of holes when the cold breaks in But nothing falls down like the house that Jack built Nothing falls down like the house that Jack built Stately, paint peels and it reeks of sulfur Fumes fill the air and then choke each other Saintly, fake deals reign still Stained sheets offer nirvana scrawled on the wall These lame heels that can't walk are put down But fame heals the catwalk just don't look Down on me Don't let the pieces of this broken home Come down on me Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made Nothing falls down in quite the same way Nothing falls down like the house that Jack made