Hear the feeding in the back of my head Angel from the under is inside it Living upstairs makes the basement seem so distant Sometimes windowless and more like pavement If I need to spit out something that I didn't mean to swallow Maybe next time I'll try and be more careful Man in the corner of the web where it's dark keeps screaming Tired of the same old song that you still believe in Creepy crawl just like in the song from before is a mean gent Maybe not mean 'cause he doesn't speak and I don't know him Wonder what he'd say if he talked like another man Nothing too important just a ramble Maybe I'm just tired and I really should go to sleep