It annoys me
You trying to save the soul of some dead bird
Outside this house that isn’t ours
- But there’s no reason why
At 3:15, it was very much still going
Just caught between the knives in Leo’s mouth
Andy 3:17, it was dead.
Batting an eye
Or so you said
Before you cried
But you do this to me.
You chase down natural things
Morbidly possessed
Deciding that everything is evil
Without ever stepping out from the shallow end of your own imagination.
- Haven’t you had enough?