House of Usher

Do love me as I love you...loved If you pray for me, don't look above ​ Behind these walls, a spirit crawls My soul will rise above it all Worry not my dear, Fret not nor fear ​ I will end all that you started, crumble into pieces A pitless fall down you go No escape to flee, time limps slow See you later at the House of Usher. Seven feet tall, two feet across You shriek in terror, while I slowly rot My ashes glitter like the velvet moon Ease your nerves, I shall find you soon ​ Mister, mister, what pale eyes you have Quite a fright, poor thing Take a seat perhaps Possessed by possessions, Have I a confession It is my impression, I'm the sole true victim See you later at the House of Usher.