Push through the broken door
Let your sanity hit the floor
This is where there is no life
And the only occupant is strife
Blood runs down walls
Like Niagra Falls
And suffering wails
From all the boards and nails
See the skulls on the table
Run if your able
To the house that Jack built
Because this is the house that guilt built
Feet nailed to the floor
You cant run anymore
As the house of guilt consumes you
And there's nothing you can do
So sit down and relax
As your killed by guilt's axe
And revived by hate
Become what guilt creates