The Mansion Lyrics & Chords By The Existential Gentlemen

Down the path through ignorance
There lies a place of stone in which
The souls of those long dead and lost
can finally call home
Raised on earth but built on sin
That eminates from deep within
And through the halls the call
Of silenced lips lament they're bones
Woah! Beg for something real
As the night falls upon you
Woah! Death is all you feel
Woah! Slowly to your knees
We are coming to get you
Woah! Seize you and we feed
Get your soul down to New Orleans
And take a ghost train to the killer scene
There's so many things that will make you scream
Tap your vein times one two three
And let it bleed till you are free
Life is hard, and death don't cost a thing
Through the door and down the hall
The stately raven makes his call
And shadows thrown upon the walls
Begin to spell your doom
In gloomy darkness spirits work
And in the shadows evil lurks
Though as you die you realize
These rooms are naught but tombs
Woah! Beg for something real
Your end is upon you
Woah! Death is all you feel
Woah! Shiver as you sleep
We are standing beside you
Woah! Satan wants his keep
Get your soul down to New Orleans
And take a ghost train to the killer scene
There's so many things that will make you scream
Tap your vein times one two three
And let it bleed till you are free
Life is hard, and death don't cost a thing
Hear them calling
Creepy crawling
Failing falling
Hacking coughing
Life is hard, so hard, too hard
And death don't cost a thing