Neighbours from hell

Through the ages, from beginning of time
He knows everything, does always fine
Minds manifested, dark and cold
Body decays, wrinkled flesh getting old

Every step you take – breath you make
He's watching from the shadows crawling up from behind
The tickling noise from the walking stick
Eye bags are dropping and you get real sick

(Oh) first in line is the witch across
Her voice, her smile – diabolic, wicked, vile
Trapped in here, can't render the loss
Infects with nature 'coming sick and labile
Preserving power, chopping flesh late night
Like a screw in your mind causing slowly decay
You'll never escape, never get out of sight
Forcing you to quit, no reason longer to stay

I'm sick and tired of those days
No happy end, no shine, no grace
Can't stop the time, runs through my hands
But all good things come to an end

The die has not been cast, new town new life
Sweet little hood, down by the shore
You told me better, stabbed in the fire
Every nine month you spread your spore
The screams the noise can't flee, no choice
My thoughts – kill myself, losin' my mental health
Stampede through the house, release the offspring
I am prepared, let the downfall begin

SOLO

I'm sick and tired of those days
No happy end, no shine, no grace
Can't stop the time, runs through my hands
But all good things come to an end

BURN, BURN, BURN
BURN, BURN, BURN - feel the fire
BURN, BURN, BURN
BURN, BURN, BURN - my desire