Shut the doors and windows, now I can’t hear your voice anymore A fortnight in these formicate walls The sky, it amplifies
Tightly shut spider legs Curled up for some happiness Spin your words, don’t wander in Fear not my vanity
Those gossamer lies that you shot from your hips And I, debonair with machine gunner lips Oh, fire for fire, year after year I still hear the sirens calling whenever you’re near
