Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last House on the Left, artist - Argyle Goolsby. Album song Saturnalia of the Accursed, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Record label: A Corpse With No Name
Song language: English
Last House on the Left |
Wrong turn. |
I learn late in the game |
Ask myself why it is that I even came |
Call upon my will, skill, feel break free |
Or a black glad trash bag is my destiny |
In the last house on the left |
Pounding on the beams. |
Screams no one can hear |
Every breath is pain, but equally dear |
Running for my life. |
Knife stalking the pulse |
Heart beating, bleeding, leaving trails on the floor |
In the last house on the left |
Screaming deep inside this gutted room |
A reeking reminder of a molded past |
The killer’s shadow waits and fills the crack beneath the door |
And pulls on the rusted latch |
Lips numb, dumb, brain locate the pain |
Broke leg. |
Run, stunned, shock of the sprain |
Senses slowly fading. |
Wading waist high in webs |
The smell of blood and brass. |
Crass smell on my hands |
In the last house on the left |