| I was in the second grade when you pushed me out the
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| Third story window to the bushes down below
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| Breathing in the cold
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| As I tumbled through the vines' thorns smiling at my throat
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| I, I saw the devil in you that day
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| Looking down at me with that face
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| Smiling like you would have hid my body in the basement
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| Body in the Basement
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| But you got something that the world’s been running from
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| For way too long and it’s a sick twist
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| A nervous little twitch
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| Dragging the razors across my wrists
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| And you got something that the world’s been trying to hide
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| You’re cyanide
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| Cause the only thing you told me was
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| They’d never find my body in the basement
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| Body in the basement, no
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| Every time I think about you now I go crazy
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| People ask me about you
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| I don’t know what to say
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| Cause I don’t know who you are
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| I wonder if it’s even possible for you to escape this
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| Keep on asking about you
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| They don’t know what to tell me
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| They don’t know who you are
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| I was listening through the wall when you met your monsters
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| Heard’em break the closet door and take you away
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| Hoping you would change like the color of the moonlight
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| Bouncing off the rain
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| I, I heard the devil in you that day
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| Watch the world around you cascade
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| Laughing like you would have fed your family to the serpent
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| You got something that the world won’t talk about
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| They walk around it
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| It’s deep sleep, crawling in the street
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| Pushing the bayonet into me
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| You got something that the world keeps trapped inside
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| You aconite
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| Cause I watched you turn around
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| Go and try to feed you family to the serpent
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| Family to the serpent whole
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| These words won’t break on you I know
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| I’ve done my best to help so many times before
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| These words won’t break on you I know
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| I’ve done my best to help |