the house is surrounded.
like olives around a tin can
strange man who has an odd plan
couldn’t be living in such a dead land
all we see is evil when sight is under level
god above devil, for what’s good below?
and underneath we strive to become
nothing more then forever numb
before we had a chance to succumb
here I feel like I’m enlosed in steel
this tragedy, under silhoutte spread throughout
it has eaten me
you said you would be there, but left not a trace
i’ve got no path from which to follow you
you’ve left me with no choice but to leave myself
and myself with no chance to bear witness
and the witness with no armor to form a defense
and now it surrounds me
i couldn’t escape if I wanted to