Ill Repute from Ill Repute by Spiral Grave

ILL REPUTE

What slithers down the halls inside these walls
Infestation of the lowest kind
What churns inside your mind – what will you find
Inside the house where dreams will go to die

The squalor and the pain forevermore deranged
Some chalk has marked the last to go
Insidious – oblivious – with claw marks in the concrete
Inside the house where you will die alone

Heed the filth – bite down
Migraine starts to pound
Poison creeping cold
Icy fingers grab hold

The hopeless faces – cases trapped in here
No destination – but yet here they are
Rotten – forgotten – until they are statistics
Inside the house – vomiting and scarred

It’s circling the drain and tightening the chains
It bolts the door so it can fester on
The blood they cried has dried – eyes wide from suicide
Inside the house with the things it spawned

No way to die

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