Smith's Grove

He won't say a word He won't blink an eye And he won't answer questions He won't tell you why Every time you leave that room You're a little less of you Every time you breath his air You're ingesting evil So write that book And hope it makes you famous But get too close And you could lose your compass Now is your light Surrounded by the darkness Or is your dark Bounded by the light I told you, doctor Don't you forget it Don't get too close! That Michael Myers He's just a ghost! You yearn to see it Don't you forget it In the wild That primal freedom Personified! You want to brave it His private hell But that kind of bravery It never ends well! You want to map that stain of a mind So you just try to extract something sane from his crimes Are you a whole lot of Ying with a wee bit of Yang? Or maybe you're quite the inverse, Dr. Sartain? Do you no longer recall the thrust of your nature? But whatever it was, you must violate it And the itch won't scratch til you put on the mask With empty eyes so dark they're true vanta black You shouldn't tease unleashing your primal urges There's a thin line between murder and courage As your heart rate drops by a dozen beats You just can't wait to see what the devil sees! I told you, doctor Don't you forget it Don't get too close! That Michael Myers He's just a ghost! You yearn to see it In the wild Yhat primal freedom Personified! You'll start to wonder Why you've been spared Those broken neurons A soul impaired! You want to brave it His private hell But that kind of bravery It never ends well! I told you, doctor Don't you forget it Don't get too close! That Michael Myers He's just a ghost! You yearn to see it In the wild That primal freedom Personified! You ask your questions You run your tests You change prescriptions He never rests He never opens He never cracks That boy inside him He can't come back!