Born In A Fleamarket

Suddenly a silence in the house

Suddenly another father disappears

Family caught in something backwards

The fact is, he never was here

Counting all the crickets on the porch

Telling haunted stories on the trains

He had a warped imagination

This patient was never the same

He's just looking for a crumb

Paranoia haunts him

Wondering what he has done

No one is safe, no one is safe

No one is safe, no one is safe

Writing long letters to his dad

That he knows won't be sent

Mother doesn't hurt his feelings

Assures him he's no accident

One more tire in the swamp

One more fire burning thin

He knows where his bleeding heart is

Determined to never give in

He's just looking for a crumb

Paranoia haunts him

Wondering what he has done

No one is safe, no one is safe

No one is safe, no one is safe

No one is safe, no one is safe

No one is safe, no one is safe