The House On The Hill

On that burned hill once sat a home

So high you could touch the moon

Beams came down and blessed the lovers

Inside of the rooms

One night, demons came holding flames

Burned the home to ash

We were one in the very same

Holding hands as it crashed

Fire is not passion

You are frozen inside

Numbness is fashion

When one's love has died

Let go of it

Let the flames burn

Forget that feeling called love

Remember it

The demons' hand

Held the matter you called love

In that house was a man who was

Quite a dark human

He would hurt her with weapons that

Could bring about destruction

Whips, razors, and chains

Blood would spill all around

Places can't be rearranged

As a head rolls on the ground

Let go of it

Let the flames burn

Forget that feeling called love

Remember it

The demons' hand

Held the matter you called love

He was a bad man who could not

Understand true joy

So we took him by his hair

Hit him with his whip-like toy

He lost his mind as we ate at

His dwindling sanity

"Light the match," I said to my friend

Burned down that monstrosity

Let go of it

Let the flames burn

Forget that feeling called love

Remember it

The demons' hand

Held the matter you called love

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I wasn't even sure what to title this one at first. I didn't even plan on writing this at all. I just sat here and typed it out.

I wrote this particularly from the perspective of "karma", with two people representing it. This song is written from the perspective of "Bad Karma". He/She/Whatever is watching as a man abuses his lover, whom the two later kill. I honestly wish this was a bit longer, but I feel that the bluntness makes the song a bit creepy.

Simple message: Karma's a bitch.