Floorboards Creak x Nails In The Floorboard (tattboy's July in June MashUp)

[singer B] The house at the end of the street got quiet in July Nobody asked where the lights went Nobody asked why I found a door beneath the rug, hinges black with rust Every creak sounds like a name, every name sounds like us Wrote my sins in red across the mirror in the hall Tried to wipe it clean at dawn — nothing moved at all [transition] [singer A] The timber groans beneath a heavy deceit Fractures widening under my weary feet What was interred in the dark of the clay Now tears through the soil to the glare of the day The porcelain visages crumble to dust The iron is bleeding with layers of rust [transition] [singer B] Nails in the floorboard, blood in the grain I nailed it all shut but it's knocking again You pray to the ceiling, I pray to the floor Whatever I buried don't live there no more Three a.m. the radio plays static mixed with names One of them belongs to someone nobody ever claimed Found a tooth inside a jar, labeled, dated, sealed Dated six months after the day the man was killed [transition] [singer A] The floor boards now creak [break] floor boards creak creak creak [echo] with the weight of the lies [break] What was buried below starts to claw at the skies The masks start to shatter like glass in the heat No shadows are left for the thieves to retreat [BREAK] [singer A] The house at the end of the street got quiet in July Nobody asked where the lights went Nobody asked why I found a door beneath the rug, hinges black with rust Every creak sounds like a name, every name sounds like us Wrote my sins in red across the mirror in the hall Tried to wipe it clean at dawn — nothing moved at all There's a smell the neighbors know, sweetly wrong and deep Something underneath the oak where the yard dogs never sleep I don't look, I've learned by now, looking costs too much There are things that look back harder every time you touch Nails in the floorboard, blood in the grain I nailed it all shut but it's knocking again You pray to the ceiling, I pray to the floor Whatever I buried don't live there no more [transition] [singer B] Three a.m. the radio plays static mixed with names One of them belongs to someone nobody ever claimed Found a tooth inside a jar, labeled, dated, sealed Dated six months after the day the man was killed Basement walls been talking since the first week I moved in Tapping in a pattern like it's counting all my sins Seventeen, I counted once — stopped at seventeen Then the tapping stopped for good and the silence started screaming Nails in the floorboard, blood in the grain I nailed it all shut but it's knocking again You pray to the ceiling, I pray to the floor Whatever I buried don't live there no more [melodic transition] [singer A] I used to think the dark was just the absence of the light Now I think the dark remembers everything from every night Every face I tried to forget pushed back through the wall I built this house on everything — and now it wants it all The house at the end of the street got quiet TONIGHT UNTIL... The lights are back on now But that ain't me inside transition] [singer A] The timber groans beneath a heavy deceit Fractures widening under my weary feet What was interred in the dark of the clay Now tears through the soil to the glare of the day The porcelain visages crumble to dust The iron is bleeding with layers of rust [transition] [singer B] Mind the crack... Watch the floor... The world is turning, the lines are drawn Wait for the break of a different dawn Mind the crack... Watch the floor... Soon the poor will be at your door... [transition] [singer A] The floor boards now creak [break] floor boards creak creak creak [echo] with the weight of the lies [break] What was buried below starts to claw at the skies The masks start to shatter like glass in the heat No shadows are left for the thieves to retreat [singer B] You who have so much, you who were born with everything Can you see any difference between day and night Have you ever struggled, have you ever suffered Can you see any inequality between darkness and light [transition] [singer B] The house at the end of the street got quiet shocking [echo] The lights are back on now But that ain't me inside