House built of torture and the labour of slaves
The legacy of tyrants, a monument to their cruel ways
They built their throne room upstairs, declared themselves as gods
Schemed to herd everyone into the house so they could feast upon their blood
Cast a hex to steal the life from everything around
Pervert it into a pestilence that'll spread across the world
We desperately scrambled into the house for its perceived shelter
They put as all to work and they chained us to the altar

A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house
Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down

Monsters spit obscenities in our ears as we sleep
Resulting in delusions that we wake up to believe
Summoning up scapegoats so we fight for a meagre crust
Enclosures mental and physical to create detatchment and distrust
Erasing diverse history with twisted mythology
An ideology of progress, accumulation and supremacy
A refusal to believe the house we built turned out so wrong
In the name of progress keep marching into oblivion

A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house
Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down

The house is collapsing, the floor is caving in
The boards all warped and rotten, just like the inhabitants within
But we can build our houses better than this, homes in which are fit to live
Where the walls aren't stained with blood and the floors aren't flooded with piss
All empires crumble, all civilisations fall, this knowledge the only comfort in a house so bleak and cruel
All empires crumble, all civilisations fall, this knowledge the only comfort in a house so bleak and cruel

A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house
Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down