kinda dark

you wandered in there

you wanted it in there

you wanted it in there

every night you took the air

gasping for anything - there sits the boston strangler

calling all cars! the palace has a moss problem

it glows in the dawn light

goes wherever you go

sewn into your hem

it's me versus them

first us versus not a goddamn thing

then the blind bitch versus the clucking hen

in a ring

around the razor's edge

kinda dark in here