| I say the devil runs this hole
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| And hides his subjects wisely
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| We won’t be waiting
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| We won’t be waiting
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| Oh please. |
| (Give it up!)
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| Don’t use your spells on me. |
| (Give it up! Do your worst!)
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| Disruption, the séance, a curse upon all of us
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| An addiction to chaos? |
| I can relate
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| Kinda got the same damn problem myself
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| Away from the furnace it feels like a vague supernatural strain
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| Get closer baby! |
| It’s like the real flame!
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| How long can you hold in your breath for?
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| Long enough to fan out the fumes?
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| Who is it you’re saving your best for?
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| And is he showing up soon?
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| To show you that all prayers fall on deaf ears
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| Best to save the fresh air
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| And hey, who can blame you for wishing? |
| (Give it up!)
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| Hope’s probably the last thing any of us can take from you. |
| (Stop!)
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| But we’ll get there eventually. |
| We take everything
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| Why’d you even come back in the first place? |
| (Turn! Back!)
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| This isn’t your home anymore. |
| It’s mine. |
| It’s ours. |
| (Leave.)
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| My tangled knots are wound so tight they never untie
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| My mangled tongue’s a mother birthing nothing but lies
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| My prodigy’s in the dark with no need for eyes
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| Hold on, watch your step when you’re walking down
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| Don’t want to wake anyone
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| Everything you lost watches closely
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| Don’t go far from the stairs
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| Oh, when will it be all over?
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| Will you let me leave when it’s over?
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| I know you’re not superstitious but you might just want to give it a try
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| Cross your heart and pray to die now! |
| Knock on wood, turn off the lights now!
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| Put your skin where I can taste it! |
| Come on down, we’re in the basement!
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| Oh god, someone save us from us!
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| Pacing back and forth, pacing back and forwards
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| Words fill up the space, words fill up the spaces
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| Is there any way, is there any way in?
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| In or out’s the same, in or out’s the same place
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| Home can be such a terrible place
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| When they won’t let you leave
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| When you don’t have the means
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| If I die in my sleep, will I dream before I do?
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| And live this one final night in my desolate room
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| The room inside my head, ceilingless, fulfilling
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| If God can grant me this, then I might just go willing |