In the house there's a family
They kill invaders who come in
They kill relatives who come out
They have their own theories

Some police knock their door
Some passengers look in
They shout, chase them out

How do they live?
They grow food in the backyard
Local and sweet
But the weather isn't sweet
So the day comes

They are starving and eating their family
Day by day, the house is screaming
And empty in the end
It collapses, and their bones seen by everybody
White and pure, like their souls