Look to the heart of a seaside town, the compass of fate has set its course
My sails were cast through white wave storms, to pass a doomed curiosity
Death is not the final burial when the scent of paranoia has come
When sleep evades the mind, all is lost
The fool in the labyrinth be undone
A sight not known, in the tower of a house, focused to materialize
The curtained window, from afar, dressed in foreign mediums none recognize
Had I only known the memories, that haunted those who believed
Once I've heard this melody, I know it's too late to leave
Phantom aura has found my steps, rest I beg to be my guide
Hollow hymns and winds they drone, a suffering carved on a thousand grave stones
Back in my ship's quarters, I watch the compass spin wild
Try to break from illusion's confines, but these windows are no longer mine...
Throes of anguish welcome my return, running the halls of apparition control
Fate would be what I've deserved, to deny the seafaring tales of old
Her stare lacerates my thoughts, now I suffer this nightmare alone
What I've seen, I could never explain, escape is all in vain
I turned to meet the Expressionist stare, of a sight my mind could no longer bear
Fabled silence, the visitor's vow
I'm forever victim in the Doller House
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