Open Your Houses (Basilisk)

I was still life.

I was pinned inside of a photograph.

When I realized

You had slipped outside of the scenery

With only what you need to survive

So why did you come to me

If you looking at the enemy?

Open up

Open up

Open up

Open your houses

I was waiting.

I was reconstructing the memory,

Unbelieving in the changes looming inside of me,

The pulse of an irregular life.

But why did you turn away

Before the horn sounds

Over the dark terrain

And the weapons of the enemy?

Open up

Open up

Open up

Open your houses

And let in the eye