Awake and Hungry

The house awake and hungry makes the room become its mouth And my friends and my love, they're all just spectres to me now And they walk the clotted hallway, stalking, aching as they prowl Towards the house alive and upright gulps a burning mouthful down The stomach is the cellar and the room is now its mouth And the corridors are twisted and the ghosts clog up its bowles And the attic overflows with what daylight doesn't allow The house awake and hungry spits a burning mouthful out I was reborn here and I could die twice I was reborn here and I could die twice I contort myself into the shape of Someone who can deal, who won't break off So low, nothing's beneath me And I could die twice I was reborn here and I could die twice I was reborn here and I could die twice I contort myself into the shape of Someone who can deal, who won't break off So low, nothing's beneath me And I could die twice I was reborn here and I could die twice I was reborn here and I could die twice I contort myself into the shape of Someone who can deal, who won't break off So low, nothing's beneath me And I could die twice House, house, house, house House, house, house, house Awake, hungry, upright, alive Awake, hungry, upright, alive