and then for no reason at all, there's the co*ked head of confusion vommiting a stream of consciousness, a conversation with your house pet discernable only in a state of mind trailing your instinct perpetuated by failure and sleep deprived insanity but then is it something we tell, something we've written down foreign screams too loud to silence, too hard to ignore set the house on fire the understood "we" of it all, sharing his mind with satan barking obscenities leading to desperate conclusions don't stop at that light, those signs aren't meant for you
writing that list of regrets only leads to a single answer but then is it something we tell, something we've written down foreign screams too loud to silence, too hard to ignore set the house on fire tonight, it's raining flames no one lived and now i'm free the neighborhood gathered around making forked tounge accusations and those memories, so unsettling, pushed their way back into vision but then is it something we tell, something we've written down foreign screams too loud to silence, too hard to ignore set the house on fire