Make me a monolith. Solidify a sinner. Sing your prayers through my bitten lips. Make me the catalyst, the reason for your habits. Sing your prayers when all the room twists. Then you call me a hypocrite, the reason you're still bitter. Sing your prayers if the shoe fits. Call me a hypnotist, the reason you still shiver. Scream my name when the clock ticks. Just as you pick the roses, the thorns get their grip on you. Just as the door has opened, the room doesn't have the view that you wanted. This house is haunted, and I know why the truth is lost on you. While you make the subject, and paint me into a corner in the frame that's lost it's luster. Won't you make me suffer? Do your worst under the covers, then scream my name when you're with your lover. Then you call me a hypocrite, the reason your're still bitter. Sing your prayers if the shoe fits, yeah. Call me a hypnotist, the reason you still shiver. Then scream my name when you're with your lover. Just as you pick the roses the thorns get their grip on you. Just as the door has opened the room doesn't have the view that you wanted. This house is haunted and i know why the truth is lost on you.