Not so long ago near the falls of Pasadena
We found a cabin in the glow of the night
The perfect time for a new adventure
Far from the city lights
We had chosen the place to spend the night
I can't express how we felt coming in
Something wasn't quite right
And we instantly knew that we weren't alone
From the other room we heard their shouts
'Cause new trespassers were coming in
A cozy frosty fear invaded my mind
When I realized what they wanted to express
All are welcome to the place where you will listen our complaints
Where you always will try to find a way out of this nightmare
The only thing you can do is to sit down and hear our story
'Cause we were trespassers too and now we are paying our curse
These empty wooden walls are our property
And we are waiting for new strangers to join us
Now it's you time to hear our sorrowful moan
Please welcome to the place where you will listen my complaints
Where I always will try to find a way out of this nightmare
The only thing I can do is to sit down and wait my turn
'Cause I was a trespasser once and here I am paying my curse
These Pasadena walls are my new home now
And I will remain trapped in this poltergeist
I'm still waiting you to come and hear my complaint
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