i know only what i hear silence all i ve come to fear while sleeping i dream of a house where secrets bleed your echoes i see them the crutch on which i lean do i trust my gut feeling or perception adhere to eerie intuition for direction stripped of my sight but i still got vision i ll follow my calling but all that i can do now is listen a rope a ticket an apple an axe something i dreamed what does it mean feels like all of the walls are closing in and something is hunting for me in echo bluff you never trust your eyes because they re gonna deceive maybe hearing is enough i wouldn t even wanna see doors squeaking floors creaking hear that hoarse breathing tormented ghosts around me no more sleepin i m followed by a faceless phantom in a cowl if the ground on which i walk is hallowed why s it smelling foul am i bound to be another headcount upon the gallows every scream swallowed by the wind as the wicked winter howls unforgiven unforgotten sins balanced with revenge listen to the memories echoes and then you can repent a fire burns the house has woken evil stirs got the embers stoking can this curse ever be broken too bad the verdict s already spoken sunken secrets surface and now they re floatin past and present become interwoven fear the presence you can even hear the omens some doors are best left unopened some doors are best left unopened am i afflicted or am i gifted my world is sightless i ll never get home unless i m guided by the light of your echoes i trust my senses truth is enlightening raise my defenses what are you hiding drawn in like moths to the flame justice sought out from the grave unfinished business no peace in death i m coming for you to put you to rest i feel my dread grow with every death throe like a rope around my neck choking me i hope it lets go the house can hear my every step i d better tread slow voices in my head it s like a record that broke could it be magic perphaps an evil hex no if i ve been bewitched wouldn t my sixth sense know skeletons in my closet take a step forward will history repeat am i an echo  am i afflicted or am i gifted my world is sightless i ll never get home unless i m guided by the light of your echoes 