Knock Knock

Knock knock Interior shot of a timeless dining hall Where the mistress lost her life Knock knock Sounds from the basement Pitter patter Tiny feet down into the basement Where the hardest thing about love took place Underneath the wooden slats that hold this devilled place Lies a heart made out of nail and disgrace Promise even if you were trapped this way I'd remain, splintered and in quite a lot of pain Knock knock Knock knock They were but four carollers singing of haunted christmas After distraction, from the darkness, leaps through the window In search of what secrets are harboured by wealthy people Ear to the wall, he swears he can hear but a heartbeat! "The man is a nutcase! Witness speaking of him engaging in unspeakable acts with it." "These are but rumours, surely?" "Oh but the truth, it is! His skin, like some... stick monster." "Yet he claims to love her?" "How could he love her, she's a house!" Underneath the wooden slats that hold this devilled place Lies a heart made out of nail and disgrace Promise even if you were trapped this way I'd remain, splintered and in quite a lot of– Swaying softly from the branches Swaying softly from the branches Lovers cursed, enslaved to wood A house that yearns for something good Leave me be, I'm waiting for my lover to return I'm sorry if this house is left to burn They were but four carollers singing of haunted christmas They were but four carollers stumbled on awful things