A Certain Euphoria

Hammers down spirits gone
She breathed her last breathe so the house is done
950 doors they never appeared
Rooms and rooms still empty of the ghosts she feared
We built this town inside her home for the souls to roam
Carpenter nails hoodoo pins
Pricked her loneliness
Stabbed the gun princess but kept her safe
Though the racket drove her insane
The gun racket drove her insane
We built this ghost town inside her home for the souls to roam
Winchester - Mrs. Winchester
Her spirit knows a certain euphoria
Like floating through walls
Daughter of lore
Wife of a gunmaker