Crawl Out Your Window

He sits in your room, his tune with a fistful of tracks

Preoccupied with his vengance

Cursing the dead that can't answer him back

You know that he has no intentions

Of looking your way, unless, it's to say that he needs you

To test his inventions

Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you

Come on down't say he'll haunt you

You can go back to him anytime you want to

He looks so truthful - is this how he feels?

Trying to peel the moon and expose it

With his business ander and his blood hounds that kneel

If he needs a third eye, he just grows it

He just needs you tot talk, or to hand him his chalk

Or pick it up after he throws it ...

Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you

Come on down't say he'll haunt you

You can go back to him anytime you want to

Why does he look so righteous, while your face is so changed

Are you frightened of the box you keep him in

While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange

Their religion of little tin women

To back up their views, but your face is so bruised

Come out! The dark is beginning

Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you

Come on down't say he'll haunt you

You can go back to him anytime you want to