Raider Ii

A fist will make you understand intentionTo raise alarm is underhand, so I cut off the phoneI bind you up with tape and catch some TVIt's getting late, the shadows in the street are watching usCheck for fibres in the gaps between the teeth, the floorboardsCheck the fingerprints, go through the trashMaybe I just wanted some attentionCompulsion seeks its own way in rejection of the lightEvery story needs to have an endingWe might as well give up all this pretending and clear the airThe night is crawling closer to the actionYour mouth is driving me into distraction, you talk too muchWell every story needs to have an endingWe might as well give up all this pretending and clear the airA plague inside your home, I'm raiderDefiling all you own, raiderA cat among the crows, I'm raiderThe butcher and his prose, I'm raider