House is not a Home

We put a rock through every window
And broke all the glass in the house
Except for the attic bedroom
We'll get to that one
When we do

Out here no one will notice
When we light up the match
Out here no one will tell us
Not to burn the whole thing down

In the hallway stands a mirror
I couldn't wait to make it shatter
There is very little left here that matters
There is very little left at all

Each room is nearly vacant
Because even ghosts don't like remembering
No night of clouds
No wind will help us
Or hidden moon from above

And this house will remember x3
We're not helpless anymore

No night of clouds
Or gentle wind will save us
Just pour the gasoline over everything
Light a match
We'll get this party going