With closed eyes I see the knife slide faith born in lies you empathize
but I know what the monster looks like I have kept his belly full I know what the hunter fears We're always hunted in our souls I know what the monster looks like My reflection tells me, so special I expire daily dime a dozen dark haired doe
Devils talk from both my shoulders, always othered, faded, cold patiently my founding fathers hide my faults and fill my bowl Picnic for three, my guardians and me one thinks that he's a killer and the other made me tea A monster and a madman and a doctor in psychology
leather and fur use and honor each part of her but when's my turn?
Is this what a family feels like? With closed eyes, I see it all the gutting hand, the cup of trust, the doleful eye, the chilling touch, the tailored suits, the scarf tied tight my noose and I in the headlights
Devils talk from both my shoulders, who to trust and must I choose? Understand, my founding fathers, what to honor, what to use I bleach my bones and tan my hide, I braid my hair and eat my pride I hammer my nails and hold my tongue, but it wont be enough, tonight.
Funeral for five, my guilt, my guile, my guardians and I