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He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance 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.
Babe come crawl out your window. Use your hands and your legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you? You can go back to him any time you want to.
How can you say that he will haunt you? You can go back to him any time you want to.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels I'm trying to peel the moon and expose it
With this businesslike anger andt his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye he just grows it He just needs you to talk
Or to hand him his chalk, or pick it up after he throws it.
Babe please crawl out your window Use your hands and your legs it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you? You can go back to him any time 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 the little ten women
That backs up their views but your face is so bruised,
Come on out the dark is beginning.
Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and legs it won't ruin you