House of the Rising Sun

Folkslave

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There is a house inside me
They call the Rising Sun
It built its walls with silence
And I can't outrun

My father chased the bottle
My mother drowned in fear
They left me with a hunger
That whispers in my ear

I found a friend in poison
It held me through the night
Now every vein’s a hallway
Inside a house with no light

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to become like me
A soul that's chained inside itself
With no way to break free

My dreams are torn and quiet
My will is nearly gone
Each breath I take, I feel the weight
Of the Rising Sun

I knock on every mirror
But never see a man
Just echoes in the hallway
Where it all began

The House of the Rising Sun
Is carved into my skin
No door, no key, no open road
Just the hell I'm living in

There is a house inside me
They call the Rising Sun
It grew from every time I fell
And now I can't outrun