DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:

red and gold adorn
beautiful in it's trappings
I wander down these halls
and I'm tempted by this flesh

well the gas line is cut
and I'm holding the match
it's time that I burn this bitch down
the boiler is set to blow

spirits with apparations
reality in my mind
pour me just one libation
my medicine my poison

well the gas line is cut
and I'm holding the match
it's time that I burn this bitch down
the boiler is set to blow

outside it's freezing
but I'd rather taste death
cold and alone
than to fade
here and infuse within these walls
so placid and so horrid

white falls from blackened sky
and I'm free to roam the earth
fire consumes my past
and lights my way ahead

well the gas line is cut
and I'm holding the match
it's time that I burn this bitch down

Lyrics by James Dean Booth
Music by A House Cursed

Music performed by:

Vocals: James Dean Booth
Guitar: Jeremiah Ratledge
Guitar: Scotty Lee Bennett
Bass & keys: Vincent Bertolani
Drums: Jeremy Orris


Copyright 2008