| A mansion was built on a foundation so black. |
| Appearance was flawless, with evil intent. |
| Pain in the concrete and hate pouring out. |
| Blueprints existing from a place beyond all. |
| Ravishing landmark exterior beauty, |
| hiding those secrets in rigid grey walls. |
| Remains laid to rest buried deep within, |
| twisting and turning in grotesque deformities. |
| Letting you in then grasps for your soul, |
| ripping and tearing your mind into shreds. |
| In these walls they will appear, |
| draining your life. |
| You’ll never be sane again. |
| In these walls they will appear, |
| draining your life. |
| You’ll never be sane again. |
| Windows like wounds, roof made of scales. |
| True eyes could see, you have to believe. |
| Inch by inch, expanding the limits, |
| devouring the ground with no hesitation. |
| Ravishing landmark exterior beauty, |
| hiding those secrets in rigid grey walls. |
| Remains laid to rest buried deep within, |
| twisting and turning in grotesque deformities. |
| Letting you in then grasps for your soul, |
| ripping and tearing your mind into shreds. |
| In these walls they will appear, |
| draining your life. |
| You’ll never be sane again. |
| In these walls they will appear, |
| draining your life. |
| You’ll never be sane again. |
| In these walls they will appear, |
| draining your life. |
| You’ll never be sane again. |
| In these walls… |