A fist will make you understand intention
 To raise alarm is underhanded, so I cut off the phone
 I bind you up with tape and catch some TV
 It's getting late, the shadows in the street are watching us

 Check for fibers in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboards
 Check the fingerprints, go through the trash
 Maybe I just wanted some attention
 Compulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the light
 Every story needs to have an ending
 We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air

 The night is crawling closer to the action
 Your mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too much
 Well, every story needs to have an ending
 We might as well give up all this pretending and clear the air

 A player inside your home, I'm raider
 Defiling all you own, raider
 A cat among the crows, I'm raider
 The butcher and his prose, I'm raider