A fist will make you understand intention
To raise alarm is underhand
so I cut off the phone
I bind you up with tape and catch some TV
It's getting late the shadows
in the street are watching us
Check for fibers in the gaps
between the teeth the floorboards
Check the fingerprints go through the trash
Maybe I just wanted some attention
Compulsion seeks its own way
in rejection of the light
Every story needs to have an ending
We might as well give up all
this pretending and clear the air
The night is crawling closer to the action
Your mouth is driving me
into distraction you talk too much
Well every story needs to have an ending
We might as well give up all
this pretending and clear the air
A plague inside your home I'm raider
Defiling all you own raider
A cat among the crows I'm raider
The butcher and his prose I'm raider