Red in the Snow

all work... no play...

all work and no... no play...

all work and no play makes... makes...

jack a... dull... boy...

all work... no play...

Empty halls in frozen light,

Cold blue shadows, silent night,

Footsteps echo, not my own,

The house is speaking through my bones.

Every thought is not my own,

I feel the house inside my bones.

Red in the mirror, red in the snow,

In my head — it starts to grow,

Round and round, it pulls me low,

Red in the mirror, let me go.

Static smiles on TV screens,

Broken dreams and in-betweens,

Every room repeats my face,

Same old fear in every place.

Every future rots in place,

Time is just another face.

Red in the mirror, red in the snow,

In my head — it starts to grow,

Round and round, it pulls me low,

Red in the mirror, let me go.

Redrum… murder… in every room,

A child’s breath in a wooden tomb,

I wasn’t lost before I came,

I wasn’t empty, I had a name.

The house is dreaming — and I’m inside,

A sleeping scream with open eyes.

Little pigs... little pigs... let me come in.

Not by the hair of your chiny-chin-chin?

Well then I'll huff and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your house in.

Red in the mirror, red in the snow,

In my head — it starts to grow,

Round and round, it pulls me low,

Red in the mirror, let me go.

The snow falls quiet, the walls still breathe,

The house is done — but not with me.