Echoes - Intellectual

[Intro]

I know only what I hear

Silence, all I've come to fear

While sleeping, I dream of

A house where secrets bleed

Your echoes, I see them

The crutch on which I lean

[Verse 1]

Do I trust my gut feeling or perception?

Adhere to eerie intuition for direction?

Stripped of my sight, but I still got vision

I'll follow my calling, but all that I can do now is listen

A rope, a ticket, an apple, an axe

Something I dreamed, what does it mean?

Feels like all of the walls are closing in

And something is hunting for me

In echo bluff, you never trust your eyes

Because they're gonna deceive

Maybe hearing is enough

I wouldn't even wanna see

Doors squeaking, floors creaking, hear that hoarse breathing

Tormented ghosts around me, no more sleepin'

I'm followed by a faceless phantom in a cowl

If the ground on which I walk is hallowed, why's it smelling foul?

Am I bound to be another headcount upon the gallows

Every scream swallowed by the wind as the wicked winter howls

Unforgiven, unforgotten sins balanced with revenge

Listen to the memories' echoes and then you can repent

A fire burns, the house has woken

Evil stirs, got the embers stoking

Can this curse ever be broken?

Too bad the verdict's already spoken

Sunken secrets surface and now they're floatin'

Past and present become interwoven

Fear the presence, you can even hear the omens

Some doors are best left unopened

[Chorus]

Am I afflicted? (You are afflicted)

Or am I gifted? (Or am I gifted?)

My world is sightless

I'll never get home

Unless I'm guided

By the light of your echoes

[Verse 2]

I trust my senses (Why trust your senses?)

Truth is enlightening (Truth can be blinding)

Raise my defenses (Break your defenses)

What are you hiding (Why are you hiding?)

Drawn in, like moths to the flame

Justice sought out from the grave

Unfinished business

No peace in death

I'm coming for you

To put you to rest

I feel my dread grow with every death throe

Like a rope around my neck, chokin' me, hope it lets go

The house can hear my every step, I'd better tread slow

Voices in my head, it's like a record that broke

Could it be magic? Perhaps an evil hex, no

If I've been bewitched, wouldn't my sixth sense know?

Skeletons in the closet take a step forward