House Of Secrets - Otep

Shh It’s okay, it’s okay

This is our

Dirty, little, secret

We’re all alone in the city

My hands are stoned with pity

I could get by or get high with fifty yeah

And I, I, I, don’t feel pretty

Today

And there’s a lady in a stable

Her daddy reads her fables

About the moon and his bride

He’s in her room every night

And feeds upon a table

Of silken robes, an altar of stone

But the child is unable

To run run run

And flee his tower of babel

So blood blood blood

Slithers down her ankles

We’re all alone in the city

My hands are stoned with pity

I could get by or get high with fifty yeah

And I, I, I, don’t feel pretty

Today

Come one, come all, witness the fall

Cry to the sky

Today we break away

Uprising

In the house of secrets

What happens here stays here, say nothing disappear

Uprising, what happens here stays here, uprising, say nothing disappear

Uprising

Locked away

In the chamber of hysterics

Here

In the house

Of secrets

In the house of secrets

I will tell you of loneliness

Shhhhh