House of Pain

Pestilence and turbulence are messing up my brain
Trapped within this pretense…. lost in the House of Pain.
 

Two of us living alone in our House of Pain:
Walking through our gravestones, wondering why we’re here again
Listening to the monotone of that ever-pouring rain.
Always on the telephone, you’re messing with my brain,
Your complaints are overblown, you obsess on the mundane.
I’ve become no more than a chaperone in this House of Pain.

In this House of Pain:
Pestilence and turbulence are messing up my brain
God, it’s too intense – lost in our House of Pain.

In this House of Pain:
Give me a contract – I’ll do anything to be with you again;
To be your broken artifact – a statue in your domain;
My broken heart is wrecked, I feel trapped in a hurricane,
I thought we had a lover’s pact, our hate we would restrain…
But now you’ve backtracked, my pleas you won’t entertain
That’s the simple fact – you’ve become so inhumane.

In this House of Pain:
Pestilence and turbulence are messing up my brain
God, it’s too intense… lost in our House of Pain.

In this House of Pain:
My future’s become abstract – man you’re driving me insane;
My love was once intact… before this House of Pain.
Pestilence and turbulence are messing up my brain
Trapped with this pretense…. lost in our House of Pain.

In this House of Pain:
You were my valentine,
My own golden sunshine
My savior, my lifeline,
Then came the cruel decline,
Your heart became malign,
You’d constantly undermine,
Me, the butt of your punchline,
Your jokes, tasteless as turpentine,
You became as prickly as a porcupine,
Then as dangerous as a land mine,
And now… you’re as poisonous as strychnine.