Within Without

Is it because I cannot see you?

That you feel so free to steal

My excess baggage

Full of darkness and despair

While I fumble with my locks

You're content to stand and knock

Yet I know your knack

For thievery is rare

Do you know they call it arson?

Settin' fires without permissions

In my heart for sure

And maybe elsewhere too

Though your lack of inhibition

Captures my imagination

I end up a wiser person

Thanks to you

It's comin' to fruition

The sympathetic vibration

Your train is at my station

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

There is your flare for murder

There's a dagger in the border

Of your cloak and I suspect

A captain's gun

As you put to death suspicions

Kindly kill my fears as well

Exorcise and slay

The demons one by one

Though I'm usually pacifistic

You are mercifully sadistic

And I didn't know

That murder could be good

But the roses came crimson

Springin' from the prison

Of the floorboards

Where there once were stains of blood

It's comin' to fruition

The sympathetic vibration

Your train is at my station

Within without, within without

It's calming my suspicion

With soothing intuition

Your train is at my station

Within without, within without

It's calming my suspicion

With soothing intuition

Your train is at my station

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

It's comin' to fruition

The sympathetic vibration

Your train is at my station

Within without, within without

It's calming my suspicion

With soothing intuition

Your train is at my station

Within without, within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without

Within without