[Spoken - Male]
After she was gone, the house didn’t die.
It just filled up with booze, rot,
and one sorry motherfucker nobody threw out.
[Verse 1 - Male]
He came in drunk, talking big, smelling like piss
Cheap liquor breath, same tired bitch-ass script
“You know how I get,” yeah, I know that line
That’s what cowards say when they cross that line
My sister was sick, seven wars in her blood
Still he sat in the house like a roach in the mud
I clenched my teeth till my whole face locked
Twice I dropped his ass, still the bastard talked
[Pre-Chorus - Female]
And the walls held the stain
Of his drunk-ass name
Every room got meaner
Every night the same
[Chorus - Female]
Bottle in the kitchen, devil in the den
Whole house choking, let the poison in
Love turned savage, pain turned smoke
Everybody watched while the whole shit broke
Bottle in the kitchen, ghost in the hall
One stayed sick, one drank through it all
And I still hear the sound of a life gone wrong
In a house full of hate where the hurt lived long
[Verse 2 - Male]
Me and my sister never fit that clean
Too much old blood, too much shit in between
But blood is blood, even cut with spite
And grief don’t vanish just because you fight
Mama died and the whole place soured
Like mildew, rage, and a fuse that cowered
He kept running his mouth, kept fouling the air
I stayed for the fire, but she kept him there
[Spoken - Female]
Some people drag poison in
and call it company.
Then everybody else gotta learn
how to sleep with the stink.
[Verse 3 - Male]
Then death came slow, and it took its pick
One lost to sickness, one drank himself sick
Now the silence feels cruel, like a bruise with teeth
And I still feel the ash underneath
I loved her, yeah, even when it burned
Even mean words leave scars unlearned
Now the house just sits like a jaw snapped wide
Full of old screams nobody denied
[Chorus - Male/Female]
Bottle in the kitchen, devil in the den
Whole house choking, let the poison in
Love turned savage, pain turned smoke
Everybody watched while the whole shit broke
Bottle in the kitchen, ghost in the hall
One stayed sick, one drank through it all
And I still hear the sound of a life gone wrong
In a house full of hate where the hurt lived long
[Outro - Spoken - Male]
Some houses ain’t homes.
They’re wounds with furniture.
And some people don’t ruin a room—
they infect the whole motherfucking house.