Crawl Out Your Window

He sits in your room, his tune with a fistful of tracks Preoccupied with his vengance cursing the dead that can't answer him back You know that he has no intentions Of looking your way, unless, it's to say that he needs you to test his inventions Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you Come on down't say he'll haunt you You can go back to him anytime you want to He looks so truthful - is this how he feels? Trying to peel the moon and expose it With his business ander and his blood hounds that kneel If he needs a third eye, he just grows it He just needs you tot talk, or to hand him his chalk Or pick it up after he throws it ... Hey! Crawl out your window, e'mon don't say it'll ruin you Come on down't say he'll haunt you You can go back to him anytime you want to Why does he look so righteous, while your face is