Withdraw into the haunt of another And open doors to past Like two creatures sealed in a cocoon Gestate in the womb that grew madness And within the cloak of walls What lingers such that it repels you As it draws you in And closes tighter, the more you hate it It follows your footsteps through empty streets The Haunt the only companion that remains In the hazy, drunken dawn Still awake when you return And still it is your enemy As they drag you screaming From the womb within the walls And the new dweller will come to learn That Madness is the ghost of living men