I live on the outside of town
Nobody ever comes around
I live in a house up on a hill
On the wind the dead low tide
It's a rich and rotten Autumn chill
My world is blue, I'm all alone
And when the moon climbs up in the sky
My house turns the color of bone
Around my town is a wall of stone
And I'm the only one with a window high enough to know
I'm a slave to the things I keep to myself
I can't tell no one else
Because the things I see aren't meant to be
You're just a stranger in this town
You'll never understand why life has got me down
I warned you do not come around
There's only madness to be found
It looks like a black and bottomless well
It's bubblin' forth, all buckin' and brayin' with the beasts of a burnin' hell
This statement is my final will
Your mind will ruin you if you're living on top of a cursed hill
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