Old House - Braveheart

Recorded at DB Audio, São José dos Pinhais, PR, Brasil.

Date: February, 2007.

A pain that won’t walk away

Pushed to the bound

Remember how it used to be

So diffuse here down

Scars and wounds around

Cover myself to stay.

You BET!!!

A crowd of four you stay

Your sadness your misery

Yours prays seems to fail

New house in my head

Old house in my head

Old house?

What a hell.

I try to stay, but they drag me down

Do not know why, I cannot stand

They look like dead;

they show up in my dreams

There is sound of broken glass

Wind and fire crawling down

Can I fell this or not?

A crowd of four you stay

Your sadness your misery

Yours prays seems to fail

New house in my head

Old house in my head

Old house?

What a hell.

My friends

Are you in home?

Ghosts

Are you my soul?

Are you real?

Or just on my head

Death

Got to find it

Ghosts

Am I myself?

My friends

Are you in home?

Ghosts

Are you my soul?

Are you real?

Or just on my head

They look like dead;

they show up in my dreams

There is sound of broken glass

Wind and fire crawling down

Can I fell this or not?

A crowd of four you stay

Your sadness your misery

Yours prays seems to fail

New house in my head

Old house in my head

Old house?

What a hell.