In the house there's a family
They kill invaders who come in
They kill relatives who come out
They have their theories
Some police knock their door
Some passengers look in
They shout, chase them out
How do they live?
They grow food in the backyard
Local and sweet
But the weather isn't sweet
So the day comes
They feel starving and start eating their families
Day by day, the house screams and gets empty
It collapses, and their bones seen by everybody
White and pure, like their souls