The Vacant Lot Lyrics - Tad Morose

Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched All things untold Stone upon 

stone So foul, so cold A shadow of old 

Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but hardly free 

A shadow of old A story untold A gathering rot The vacant lot 

A stray dog send shivers down your spine The remnant wall stand ever the 

same Hair of the dog won't help you at all 

The street's all deserted We'll swallow you whole 

Our minds intermingle a raven so black A spiralling stairway keep calling 

you back Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the 

deadliest trip 

We mould you impassive all tainted and sore Abiding our master keep calling 

you Tentacles, tentacles tighten their grip Downwards in circles the 

deadliest trip