[Intro – Whispered] Don't open the door. It knows you're awake. [Verse 1] At the end of the road where the dead trees lean, Stands a house that was never meant to be seen. Its windows are blind, but they follow your face, And something is waiting in every dark place. The floorboards are groaning beneath your feet, There's a voice in the walls that repeats your heartbeat. You tell yourself nothing is watching you there, Then something cold slowly breathes on your hair. [Chorus] The house is breathing, The walls are alive, Something inside it Has learned to survive. The house is breathing, It knows what you fear, And every night It draws closer and nearer. [Verse 2] There's a room upstairs that was nailed shut tight, But the nails lie scattered in the hall tonight. A child's little footsteps cross the landing floor, Though nobody's lived here for a hundred years or more. Your name comes crawling through a crack in the wall, A whisper so faint that you barely hear the call. You reach for the handle, but the doorway is gone, And the thing in the darkness begins to sing your song. [Chorus] The house is breathing, The walls are alive, Something inside it Has learned to survive. The house is breathing, It knows what you fear, And every night It draws closer and nearer. [Bridge – Whispered, gradually intensifying] Don't look behind you. Don't turn around. Don't trust the footsteps. Don't make a sound. [Final Verse – Nearly Spoken] The morning has come, but the windows stay black, The front door is open, and there's no turning back. The house stands silent as the cold daylight breaks. Then it breathes in deeply… [Pause] …and wakes. [Outro – Deep Whisper] Welcome home. [End – Low drone, sudden metallic impact]
