The House

Smell the stench of burning flesh from the run-down house on that run-down street
The madman, he will take you there; chain you up for easy meat
Gynophobic nightmares haunt his every hour, the man is sick
He'll take you to his torture chamber, leave you tied up in a pit

Once you're there you'll never see the light of day again
Trapped and lost in the hands of a man insane

Watch for the house. You can't get out
Locked in the house
You know he's there. He knows what you're about

Thrown into a water hole, electric cables lay nearby
You scream for help but no-one hears, you know this is your time to die
Current courses through your flesh: At least now, the torture stops
He'll take your lifeless corpse away, take his knife and cut you up

Once you're there you'll never see the light of day again
Trapped and lost in the hands of a man insane

Watch for the house. You can't get out
Locked in the house
You know he's there. He knows what you're about

Twenty-four pounds of human limbs are lying under ice
Killer, rapist, cannibal, you're caught up in his vice
Dog-meat, bread and water are the only things you get to eat
And when you can take no more he'll take you, cut you into meat

Once you're there you'll never see the light of day again
Trapped and lost in the hands of a man insane

Watch for the house. You can't get out
Locked in the house
You know he's there. He knows what you're about