Now
he sits in your room
He's tooned with the abyss
full of tatts
He's preoccupied with his vengeance
He's cursing the dead that
can't answer him back
You know good will,
he has no intention of looking your way
Unless it's to say that he needs
you to test his invention
Please come crawl out your window
Use your hands and legs,
it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you when you can throw back
to him any time that you want to?
How he seems so truthful,
is this how he feels?
Look at him, trying to appeal the
moon and expose it
With this business -like an ger
in his bloodhounds that kneel
If he needs a third eye, he just rolls his
Girl, he just needs you to talk
Put a hand in his top, put it on him
Pick it up after he throws his
Now how can you say he will haunt you
When you go back to him anytime that you
want to
He looks so righteous,
why your face is so chained
Why you sit
on the box that you keep
While his genocide moves
and his friends rearrange
The religion of the loved
-in wo men
To give up their muse,
but your face is so bruised
Come on out,
the darkness just begins
Hey, please come crawl
out your window
Use your hands or legs, it won't ruin you
Now how can you sit there and say
that he's gonna haunt you
But you can go back to him any
time you want to
You've got a lot of nerve
to say you won't be ready
Come out your window
Hey, baby, come on out to a window,
come on