he knows you know
marillion
crawling up your bathroom wall
singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl
you've got venom in your stomach
you've got poison in your head
you should have listened to the priest at the confession
when he offered you the sacred bread
swarming through a fractured mind
chilling needles freeze emotion
the blind shall lead the blind
you've got venom in you stomach
you've got poison in your head
when your conscience whispered
you were walking with the dead
crawled under your bathroom door
pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore
you've got venom in your stomach
you've got poison in your head
you should have listened to your analyst's questions
when you lay on his leather bed
streaming through the frosted pane
you learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain
you've got venom in your stomach
you've got poison in your head
you should have stayed at home and talked with father
listen to the lies he fed