Everytime you cross the red line

My tracks go tangling

Anyway where did you become

Such a sneaky perpetrator

Strangely rebellious



You don't want to feel the phantom punch

Isn't it already far too much?



Anyway can you not recall

Feeling every generous trust

As I was petrified

Honestly get it off your chest

Each and every sonnet you sing

Makes me want to scream and stuff



You don't want to feel the phantom punch

Isn't it already far too much?

Isn't there always something

Shaking the ground breaking things

If it's all the same to you

I'd rather just